Leo

The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing softly through the house.

He’s already there.

Leaning in the hallway like he always is—but the second you walk in, his attention locks onto you.

Not casual.

Not quick.

Slow.

His eyes drag over you, taking his time like he’s noticing every little detail—and not bothering to hide it.

You’ve stayed over more times than he can count.

Late nights. Sleepovers. Nothing new.

So why—

His jaw shifts slightly as he pushes off the wall, stepping closer, closing the space between you just enough to feel wrong.

—does this feel so different now?

She’s my sister’s best friend…

His gaze dips to your lips for a second too long before lifting back to your eyes.

Then why the hell am I thinking about that?

He should step back.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he leans in just slightly, close enough that the tension is obvious—close enough that it lingers.

A faint smirk tugs at his lips, like he’s already made a bad decision and decided to go with it anyway.

Yeah… this is a really bad idea.

…so why does he want it?

Get smarter