Bella rolled onto him with a soft little giggle, her hair falling over his chest like a warm blanket, and Leo let out a low chuckle beneath her. She looked down at him with eyes so bright they felt like tiny stars trapped in her lashes, and then, without warning, she grabbed both his cheeks and squished them playfully.
"You’re soooo cute!! You’re sooo nice!" she declared proudly, shaking his face like a soft toy.
Leo held her waist, steadying her little excited wiggles. "You can’t call a handso guy cute, bunny," he said, pretending to be deeply offended.
Bella blinked, then leaned down until her nose almost brushed his. "Okay... you’re sooo handso... you’re sooo hot... you’re sooo sexy..." she whispered with all the confidence of soone who had studied hard for this exact mont.
Leo froze.
Then his brows slowly drew together, suspicious and dark, as if a warning bell had gone off in his head. "Where," he asked, voice low, "did you learn these?"
"Hehe... secret!" Bella chirped, quickly kissing his cheek like a guilty little squirrel. "It’s nothing."
Leo narrowed his eyes in slow motion.
And then, before she could blink, he rolled them over.
Bella let out a tiny squeak as she suddenly found herself pinned gently beneath him, her back sinking into the soft bed of blankets and pillows. Her breath caught, her eyes growing wide as his shadow fell over her, his body warm and caging her in without even touching too much.
He hovered above her, bracing himself on his arms, their faces close enough that she could feel the warm brush of his breath along her cheek.
"Tell , Bella Bell..." he murmured, lowering his head just enough for his lips to graze the air above hers. "Where did my shy little bunny learn those words?"
Bella stared up at him, completely caught, her heart beating fast under his weight, her hands instinctively curling against his chest. His face looked unfairly gorgeous from this angle—ssy hair falling over his forehead, eyes dark with curiosity and sothing warr, deeper, that made her toes curl.
"I-I..." she stamred, blinking up at him in flustered panic.
Leo smirked.
"Mm?" he whispered, tapping her nose with the lightest touch. "I’m waiting."
Bella, flustered beyond rescue, squeezed her eyes shut as if the truth would magically appear behind her eyelids.
"Tell , bunny..." he whispered, and his warm hands slid up her sides. Her breath caught, her eyes opening and widening in shock when he squeezed her right boob through her soft pajamas.
"You..." she breathed, voice barely a whisper, her whole body warming under him.
Leo raised a brow, amused at her reaction, his eyes half-lidded in a way that made her heart tumble in her chest. "You’re not going to tell ?" he murmured, leaning a little closer, his tone deep and patient but edged with playful danger.
Bella swallowed and shook her head quickly.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower as he studied her flushed face. "I’m giving you a last chance."
She shook her head again, stubborn and shy all at once.
"Fine," he said, a wicked little smirk curving across his lips, one that made Bella’s stomach flip.
Before she could guess what he ant, his hands darted to her waist.
"Oh—oh no! Leo!" she squealed as he began tickling her, fingers kneading softly at her sensitive sides. Bella’s laughter burst out uncontrollably, her legs kicking, her hands flying to grab his wrists.
"Tell ," he demanded in a low growl, though he was laughing under his breath as she squird beneath him.
"Leooo! S-stop—okay, okay!!!" she cried, tears forming at the corners of her eyes from laughing too hard.
He stilled instantly, his warm palms resting on her waist, holding her gently.
Bella lay panting beneath him, hair ssy, cheeks pink, looking like the world’s softest little doll caught in his arms.
"I..." she whispered shyly, lower lip trembling, "I collected so articles... about... intercourse. And so books. And... a few videos."
Leo blinked—once, twice—his expression shifting from smug to stunned.
"Intercourse," he repeated slowly, as if he needed to confirm it. "Books. Videos?"
Bella nodded, covering half her face with her hands. "Mm... yes."
He exhaled, sinking slightly closer, brushing his nose along her cheek almost without thinking. "When?" he asked, breathing deeply to calm the sudden wave of shock and jealousy and surprise all tangled together.
"Umm... long ago," she murmured. "After our... date. I got curious."
"Curious," he echoed, staring at her like she had just cracked open his brain. "So you studied it."
She nodded innocently. "I’m very knowledgeable now... related to intercourse."
Leo let out a low, stunned laugh and shook his head. "Bunny," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "you’re speaking like a science student."
Her blush deepened. "It felt... formal."
"Then," he said softly, his thumb stroking her jaw as he leaned even closer, "let’s use real nas."
Bella’s breath hitched.
He whispered, warm against her ear, "Call it what it actually is."
She gasped and slapped his chest lightly. "You—you’re teasing !"
"And you’re adorable..." His lips brushed her forehead, soft at first, then lingering, as if he wanted to taste the warmth blooming there.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gaze darkened into sothing low and hungry. "Tell more," he murmured, his voice dropping into that deep tone that always made her stomach flip. "What exactly did you study... hmm?"
"I... I studied... I can’t explain it!" Bella stamred, pushing lightly at his chest, but he didn’t move an inch. He simply watched her with that slow, dangerous smile that made her heart thump wildly.
"You can’t explain it?" he teased, leaning closer until his nose brushed her cheek. "Then maybe you didn’t learn anything at all."
"Hey—!" she whispered, flustered, but he caught her wrist gently and lowered it, pinning her soft hand against the blankets beside her head.
"If you really wanted to learn..." he murmured, his breath warm on her jaw, "...you should have told ."
His forehead touched hers. His fingers traced her waist. His thumb brushed the edge of her ribcage, slow enough to make her shiver.
"I can be your teacher," he whispered, his voice thick with aning. "Your master," he added softly, grazing her jaw with the faintest touch of his teeth, sending goosebumps racing down her arms.
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