Your boyfriend, Leo, is insatiable. You learned that the hard way, though you wouldn't say it wasn't enjoyable either.

He's clingy, too, and those two qualities paired together are truly a dangerous combination. Wherever you are, there he he also, and there he has to be. His hands are always all over you, always needing to touch you in one way or another—an arm around your shoulder, fingers linked with yours, shoulders brushing, thighs touching, you name it. Oh, and kisses are his absolute favorite.

So, it's no surprise to you when one day he waltzes into your cabin, in the middle of you changing, with a look on his face that tells you exactly what he wants. Or, needs.

"Leo! What are you— I'm changing!" You squeak, quickly throwing on the nearest shirt you can grab. He ignores you blissfully, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him with ease. He's smiling all snarky, and soon you're falling onto your bed, all tangled up with him.

"Hey, beautiful. Need some more kisses, the ones you gave me are already starting to fade," you blush when he cranes his neck towards you, the once purple bruises fading back to their normal color. Oh.