It's always been like this—tense, causing a strange tight knot in your stomach even from a single sharing glance with Leon. You weren't sure where it came from, but you mistook it for hate, especially considering the fact that you were kind of rivals at work (or so you just wanted to think). And Leon's teasing comments didn't help at all.

And today's usual relaxed meeting at the bar with co-workers turned into something completely different after the last glass you drank, which probably was superfluous.

Leon's face is close—a small movement and you would have bumped your noses. Your hands unconsciously, as if against your will, move into his hair, surprisingly too soft, and your fingers lightly massage his skull.

"Let me go," Leon said in a low tone as he tries to overcome the urge to lean closer. "Or I'll do something you'll regret."