"A little bit, red wine. Drank it while missing you... Leslie, you didn't come to find me last night."
As David Redington spoke, his large hand gently caressed Leslie Howard's cheek, his tone even carrying a hint of complaint.
His slender fingertips were covered with a thin callus, and the touch on her face caused a slight itch.
Those deep blue eyes seemed to be adorned with stars, or perhaps an endless ocean.
Leslie Howard's heart trembled slightly, she turned her gaze away, not daring to meet such a profound look.
Instinctively, she said, "Why should I come to find you?"
Indeed, why must she go find him.
As the words left her mouth, she noticed the man encircling her in his arms had blue eyes clearly glazed over with a mist of emotion.
Leslie Howard: "..."
Really? Did she actually make David Redington cry?
Evidently, Leslie was overthinking it.
