Page 163 of Legacy
She looks up at me, eyes tracking every step I take, like she’s not sure if she should let me get close again.
“Morning.”
There’s a pause.
Not tense.
Just… electric.
Then she breaks it.
“You went out?”
I nod, moving behind the counter, pulling out the warm bag.
“Thought you’d want breakfast.”
Her eyes widen, just a flicker, but I see it.
Because I see everything when it comes to her.
She schools her expression fast, trying to tuck that softness away.
“Thanks.”
We eat in silence. But it’s not uncomfortable.
It’s heavy. Laden. Every bite she takes, I watch. Every breath, every small sound, it’s like a goddamn thread tugging at me, pulling me closer.
She picks a poppy seed bagel, adds her spread and takes a bite, her eyes fluttering shut for half a second.
I can’t stop watching her.
She’s always been gorgeous. But Adriana Castillo has never just been beautiful to me. She’s a fucking masterpiece I spent years memorizing.
Sun-kissed skin. Those bright brown eyes that shift in a breath, darken with desire, soften with adoration,burnwith rage.
Those lips,Dio. The lower one, just a little fuller, a beauty mark at the corner, like she was signed by the universe.
Just looking at her is torture and relief all at once.
But it’s hertouchI miss most.
Those fingers in my hair, on my jaw, scratching down my back when she—
I swallow.
She was soft with me where the world’s been hard.
Her eyes lift to meet mine, catching me, pinning me, and before she can say a word, I lean in, close enough for her to feel it.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Tesoro.”
She hesitates, teeth sinking into her lip for just a second.
My jaw flexes. I want to bite that lip for her. Want to drag that soft sound out of her throat while she’s pinned under me, right where she fucking belongs.
“Last night…” she starts, cautious, words trailing like she’s not sure they’re safe out loud.
