Red marks from his lips appeared on Margaret's neck, standing out clearly against her pale skin.
She turned to look at Leonardo, her cheeks slightly flushed, yet her gaze remained calm.
"Why am I starting to feel like you actually love me?" she said.
"Oh? Is that so?" Leonardo knew she was just talking nonsense.
His hand slipped inside her pajamas, even going past her bra to squeeze the soft fullness beneath.
Margaret tried to hide her expression, but it was obvious she couldn't, even as she pressed her lips together.
What mattered was that she didn't resist him. Leonardo didn't care what she was thinking.
Instead, she became bolder. A smile appeared on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"In my personal opinion, Leonardo, you're the most handsome man in our school. That's what I've thought even before everything between us," she said.
"Is that honesty?" Leonardo asked with a hint of sarcasm.
He was indeed handsome, but certainly not the most.
