“I don’t think I ever told you how attractive I think you are.”

Leon’s voice was barely above a whisper, his smile small as he rubbed over your thumb with his. Keeping your fingers intertwined, he squeezed your hand- shifting closer so his hip was flush against yours. It was hard to drown out pained grunts and low growls, but even harder to shake the memory of your worry filled eyes. Lips he only wished he had the confidence to kiss pulled into a frown.