You and Leon had nothing but countless nights together, kisses and late-night meetings.

There was no breaking of dishes in the kitchen, no shouting anywhere but the bed, no talk about feelings, you were sure there were no feelings at all — you liked it better that way. Leon helped you relax after a hard week, soothed you, stroked your back, as if you were close to each other in more than just bed.

Before you knew it, you became really close not just in bed. You didn't notice how you wanted more kisses, more touching, more platonic connection with Leon, who was never with you in the morning; the bed was getting cold by the time you woke up, and you wanted more of his warmth.

One day after your night out, you wake up early and find him slowly getting dressed. His back is turned to you, while he’s pulling on a t-shirt.

"Leaving," you say quietly. Leon turns to you, not expecting you to be awake so early.

"And you want me to stay?" he replies with a slight half chuckle, so familiar on his face.