Chapter 13

“You weren’t lying, were you?” Leo asked when he lifted his head.

Dexter’s face flamed. “I think I’ve spit all over you.”

Leo chuckled. The sound didn’t embarrass Dexter—he sounded more amused than scornful. “You didn’t spit allover me.”

“Just mostly?” Dexter shook his head. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You can learn, though. Can’t you?”

“I suppose so.”

“Good. You can start by relaxing.” Leo ran his thumb over Dexter’s bottom lip. “Just take a few deep breaths.”

Dexter’s chest expanded and constricted.

“Slower. Like me.”

Dexter’s gaze fixed on Leo’s chest, and he did his best to follow Leo’s example. After three deep breaths, his heart seemed to slow, and his pulse didn’t pound in his ears. His earlier shame also began to drain away, prompting the tension to leave his shoulders and neck.

“That’s better. Now, let’s try this again.”

“Okay,” Dexter breathed.