He lets out a low laugh. Twisting his arm over his shoulder, he pulls off his shirt in one fluid motion. My eyes widen when I look at his chest. He’s carved to perfection. God really took his time on him. His chest is beautiful. His olive skin tone makes me want to drool. His abs are to die for and defined perfectly. His broad, muscular shoulders have so much muscle that I’m taken aback. Not to mention, his arms, veins that pop … God, those alone have me drooling.
I watch closely as he messes with his wavy hair. He licks his lips and throws his shirt across the room; it lands in the hamper perfectly. All the basketball he’s been playing is paying off. I’m impressed. He looks over at me and gives me a smile that makes me want to smile back.
Sitting up, I scoot toward the end of the bed when he pulls the bedsheets open.
“I should go. It’s getting late,” I quietly say and point toward the door.
“Fuck no,” he grumbles. He settles in his bed and leans his back against the headboard.
I instantly heat up when he grabs me by the thighs, lifting me up and settling me on his lap. I stare at him, shocked, and place my hands on his shoulders.
I guess I’m straddling him again … but this time, he doesn’t have a shirt on, which makes it ten times hotter. As we stare at each other, small smiles grace our lips.
* * *
My head lies on his chest. We haven’t moved since he pulled me onto his lap. For an hour, we’ve just been sitting here in each other’s presence. I’ve enjoyed every second.
His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, hugging my body closer to his. I listen to the beat of his heart. When my fingers brush up and down on his arm, I notice his heartbeat speeds up, making me smile.
“This feels nice,” he whispers softly.
“What feels nice?”
“Us”—he pauses and chuckles—“not bickering all the time.”
I nod against his chest. “Yeah, it does.”
Glancing up at him, I find him already looking at me. A thoughtful expression crosses his face. He leans in close, and his lips brush against mine slowly, a featherlike touch so gentle that it makes my toes curl. His hand cups the back of my head as he deepens the kiss.
“You make me question everything,” he mumbles against my lips.
“I can say the same about you,” I say while pulling away. “I know nothing about you.”
He shrugs his shoulders. I can feel as he fiddles with his fingers behind my back. “I’m not really that interesting. There’s nothing to say.”
I let out a low laugh. He must be joking. I can’t figure him out for the life of me.
And not to mention, when I look around his room, it’s bare. Packed boxes that I saw weeks ago are still lying around. He has no pictures in his room. I know Leo has a personality, but why doesn’t he show it?
“We’re not staying here forever,” he explains, seeing my eyes roam around his room. “It’s just for a few months. I have to go back home to LA.”
My heart drops.
He’s leaving. I knew this would happen I just hoped I was wrong.
I want to grab his face and beg him not to go. I shouldn’t have let myself get this close to him. I curse myself. I catch feelings way too fast and get attached. Leonidas has been a part of my life for weeks now. He crawled his way into my heart when I felt absolutely dead inside. Yes, I feel something for him, something that feels so strong already, and it makes me scared shitless at the thought of heartbreak. And now, he’s going to leave.
I’ll be all alone again. The number of times I catch myself gazing at their house, looking to see life, is embarrassing. I can’t imagine how upsetting it will feel when I look over and find nothing.
“You didn’t think I was staying here forever, did you?” he asks. Concern fills his eyes.
“I suspected you wouldn’t be staying. When are you leaving?”
He flinches. “Two months.”
“That’s eight weeks. How come you didn’t tell me it was that soon?” Tears pool in my eyes, but I blink them away quickly before he notices.
“I didn’t think it was important at first.”
