14
(Leo’s Extra)
I once read in a book that calling someone by their full name is like whispering a secret endearment.
It seems Tessa Shaw never got the memo. But that’s okay.
Later, when I saw that sachet fall from her bag, I remembered the old tradition: a sachet is a gift for the one you love.
I wanted it. She said no.
When she finally agreed to make me one, you have no idea how happy I was.
But then fate played a cruel joke on me, and I missed my chance again.
But it’s okay. I look at her, sleeping soundly beside me, and can’t resist a gentle kiss.
This time, I didn’t miss her.
