It hadn’t even been two days and he had came crawling back to you, begging for your love— your touch.

The other night, you and Leon had an argument and swore that you never wanted to see eachother again— like every other time.

However, the way he’s kissing your neck and caressing your body as if it were a work of art said otherwise. It was heated and lustful, like he was apologising for everything he said.

“I can’t love anyone else other than you.” Leon breathed, lips grazing your skin.