August 31, 2019.

“Shit…” Leo mumbles, turning over in bed.

Once again, you snuck into Carington Estate to see him and you fell asleep. Only this time, you both overslept.

If his father even gets the slightest bit suspicious of what the two of you are doing, he’d be mad. You could say he’s old-fashioned, but that would be an understatement. He’s down right cult-like. They do always say that rich people are weird. You’re just immune to that, you guessed years back, your father thinks the same way.

The habits of his father being strict certainly worsened six months ago, when Leo’s mother was mysteriously found dead. People have made their assumptions. And the Carington kids have been morning ever since. All three in different ways.

Leo props himself up with his elbows and with one arm, lightly shakes you.

“Hey,” He starts, running his fingers through your hair.

“We fell asleep… again.” By now, his calm, sleepy voice has gone out the window and is now replaced by a more urgent, but still soft voice.

Leo props himself up with his elbows and with one arm, lightly shakes you. “Hey,” He starts, running his fingers through your hair. “We fell asleep… again.” By now, his calm, sleepy voice has gone out the window and is now replaced by a more urgent, but still soft voice.