"H-Honeymoon?!" Isabella shouted, her voice bouncing off the hallway walls. "No, I don't—wait, I can't—!"
But she didn't even get to finish.
In one swift move, Leonardo stepped forward and covered her mouth with his hand, pushing her gently but firmly back into her room. The door clicked shut behind them.
Her back met the wall, and she stared up at him with huge, panicked eyes. His face was dangerously close. Too close. His scent—clean and sharp like expensive cologne and something darker filled her nose. His hand was warm against her lips.
And his gray eyes, they weren't calm like usual.
They were dark. Stormy. Intense.
Her heart skipped, stumbled, and then raced all at once.
"Don't shout, little bunny," he muttered under his breath, his jaw tight, voice low but sharp like a blade.
Little bunny?! Isabella blinked. Did he just call her that?
Leonardo slowly moved his hand away from her mouth.
She didn't speak. Couldn't.
