Like an untrained golden retriever, he’s an adorable rogue who’s funny and annoying in equal parts, and yet, there isn’t a single thing I would change about him.
Although, him being anything other than a hockey player would be easier, because at least then I might stand a chance.
Pah… who am I kidding?
For Ash, flirting crosses the line, and if he ever found out how much happens between us, he might fulfill his promise and break Leon’s legs.
Lust burns in my brain when Leon leans in, and all I can think about is what his lips would taste like on mine. Then, he whispers into my ear, “What if I told you that I’ve dreamed about what I would like to do to you?”
Is he being serious? I can never tell.
I step back, my annoyance growing by the second, because how long can we keep doing this? These I-pretend-to-want-you-to-tease-you exchanges are becoming not only frustrating but also, the last few times, I’ve almost said,‘fuck it’and kissed his tempting mouth just to shut him up. It would be interesting to see how he’d react.
I think he would switch from lion to lamb pretty fast, I think.
Something I also do around him.
Every time I know I’m going to see him, I have all these ideas in my head about what I want to say, determined to tell him how I feel about him, but when the moment arrives, my mind goes blank, and my inner coward wins.
Maybe it’s his good looks that leave me speechless because, no joke, with each strike of midnight on the clock, Leon becomes increasingly more handsome.
His shoulder-length blond wavy hair constantly makes me want to run my hands through it and mess it up badly.Those lips of his are too tempting for their own good, and what I wouldn’t do to taste them. Just once. Maybe twice. But once might be enough. Then maybe, just perhaps, it would stop this stupid, crazy obsession I have with him and finally get him out of my system.
I exaggerate a sigh as if I’m pissed off with him. Part of me is, while the other is bone-deep tired.
Exhaustion from lack of sleep from studying my ass off for my exams next week is beginning to take its toll. I’m cranky and not in the mood for Leon’s verbal sparring session tonight. Although the sadist inside me is enjoying it too, and that’s what makes me ask, “So, tell me about one of these dreams, Leon?” I’m a sucker for punishment and asking for trouble.
He looks around first before his shocking green eyes stare me down through a fan of blond eyelashes. “One of them…”
“One of them?” I exclaim.
“Yes, I’ve had lots.” He grins wickedly, looking hotter than the devil himself.
Thankfully, he’s blissfully unaware of the heat between my legs that is going into a nuclear meltdown, causing my panties to disintegrate into ash. The ache is so painful; I know only one cure for it.
Leon.
He starts again. “One of the dreams was about us being stuck on a desert island together.”
“And don’t tell me, I was in a bikini, we hated each other, then slowly we became friends, and after a few months, the sexual tension became too much, and we fucked each other’s brains out.” How predictable. I think he’s toying with me, but that’s something I’m still trying to figure out because this back-and-forth thing we do is confusing. I never know where I stand with him.
Does he like me, or does he just enjoy teasing me?
I believe it’s the latter.
He lifts his finger and wiggles it at me, then bops the end of my nose like we’re friends. Which we are. That’s all we are.
Leon tries his best to hide his amusement, but he fails and throws me a megawatt smile that could light up all of Edmonton during a power cut. “It’s like you were there, baby.”
Baby.
He adds, “I knew you had the same dreams about me.”
Mr. Off Limits is clearly feeling extra cocky tonight.
“Every night,” I reply pokerfaced, even though I’m bursting to tell him I think about him touching me every time I use my vibrator, and I have since I was eighteen.
I truly need to move on from Leon Hill. It’s not only unhealthy, but it’s also preventing me from trying to date.The sad truth is, we will never be more than just good friends.
