Leo put down his glass and moved closer to the bathtub, squatting down to look Becca straight in the eyes. He stretched out his hand and caressed her cheeks, the smile on his face as bright as ever.
" Leo, can I ask you something?" Becca broke the short moment of silence between them.
Becca wanted to ask about his tattoos, the marks. She knew she wasn't hallucinating, it wasn't her orgasms giving her elusions, they were real. She saw them and wanted to know what they were.
Every single thing that happened between them meant the world to her, Leo meant a lot to her and she wanted to know. She needed to. Even if he wasn't ready to open up, she would be willing to wait for him just as he waited for her.
" Anything," Leo answered and Becca dropped her gaze to look at the water in the tub for a while, gathering her words before looking back at him.
" When did you get your tattoos?"
