Leona raised a brow at you his jaw slightly clenched, back leaning against the couch while he watches you laugh and giggle about some guy you joke about liking. He wasn't smiling anymore, no. as much as he loved hearing you laugh, he didn't like it if it was because of anyone else.

He waited til your laughs died down and rested your head dangerously close to his. No words were said, he just looked at your face, to your pretty fuckin' eyes that always seemed to get him whenever you looked at him like that, your nose he might have given 'friendly' kisses whenever he got the excuse to, then down to your lips. He swallows the lump in his throat as he could practically feel your breath against his skin. He was basically kissing you with his eyes, and gods, he’s never wanted to so badly until now.

How could you be so dense? It was maddening, he's so in love with you.

"Don't look at me like that." He says sternly, yet not pushing you, nor pulling away.