Chapter 24

The two of them quietly finished their meal. Broderick set down his fork. There was a lone grain of rice stuck to the corner of Leslie's lips. Broderick pointed towards her mouth. "You've got something here." Leslie looked confused and touched the corner of her lips, but didn't feel anything. She stuck her tongue out, trying to lick it off, but still missed. Her lips were soft pink, and her tongue just as delicate. Broderick's gaze darkened slightly, and he felt heat stir in his gut. Reaching out, he brushed the rice grain off her lips, then slipped it right into her mouth. His fingers touched her lips-soft, like nothing he could have imagined. He pulled back. Leslie walked him to the door with a sweet smile. "Ricky, come home early tonight, okay? I'll be waiting." He gave a small grunt of acknowledgment. To her, that simple sound was better than a love song. Now full, Leslie felt a wave of fatigue hit her. She'd been painting for five hours straight earlier and even cried a bit. It ha