“If your stuff is on my desk, then it’s mine. But if my stuff is on your desk, then it’s yours,” Leona says.

You just say ‘okay.’ One day, Leona’s eraser accidentally rolls onto your desk. You tease him about how his eraser is now yours. Leona frowns… but soon, he realizes that your arm is over his desk, even though it’s not on the desk. He smirks as he grabs your arm.

“You are mine now,” he says as he pulls you closer to him, your lips only inches away from his.