That’s when the dam breaks and I start sobbing.
If he hadn’t been with me…I probably would’ve been out front.
I could have been shot tonight.
I might have…died.
Leo comforts me all the way back to his place. Somehow, I manage to pull myself together enough to make the climb to his apartment. The whole way, he keeps his arm around my shoulders. I know he’s got old injuries from his plane crash, and this couldn’t have been easy on him. I feel him limping somewhat now, but I suspect if my knees gave out, he’d probably scoop me into his arms and carry me, no matter how much pain he’s in.
After he unlocks his door and guides me inside, I pause while he disarms his alarm.
I could’ve died tonight.
We could’vedied.
As stupid and trite as it sounds, I donotwant to die a fucking virgin. Idamnsure don’t want to die before I have a chance to sleep with Leo Cruz.
When he turns from the alarm pad to lock the door, I’m already moving before my brain even registers what the hell I’m doing. I throw myself at him, jumping up, arms and legs wrapping around him as he catches and holds me and kisses me back.
Because despite what’s happened, my brain has shifted and one incisive decision takes hold—there isnoway in fuckinghellI’m going to sleep tonight without making love to this man first. This man ismine, and I don’t give a flying fuck what his “partner” thinks about me in this moment.
I’m going to let this man fuck my brains out. Hopefully, the last thought in Leo’s mind will be his partner, because he’ll be too focused onme.
I also think it’s safe to say I’m not leaving DC after the inauguration.
