Annoyed that he’d let the man get under his skin, Leo followed him and crossed his arms. “It’s a couple of slices. Nothing big.”
“I’m sorry I got out of hand. I hope you like the cookies. I promise not to get in any more trouble.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. It was…nothing.”
Leo let his gaze travel slowly and deliberately over Cantrell, and sure enough, he dropped his eyes. Leo caught a flare of hurt in their green depths. He flushed pink, and Leo wondered if he turned the same color all over.
“Well, okay. Bye.”
Quickly, before Cantrell took another step, Leo pivoted and pulled open the door.
“Bye, 5C.”
Cantrell passed by him, and Leo had to curl his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and yanking the man to him. After Cantrell disappeared around the corner, Leo let the door slam shut. He cleaned up the leftovers and sat with a bottle of water, thinking how even with the post-game show on, the apartment sounded way too quiet, and wondering why the hell he noticed that. Or cared.
