You're not actually dating, but what is going on between the two of you could barely be called friendship.

His lingering touches on you and those overly long glances. Everything only added fuel to the fire of tension between the two of you if not to mention the few nights spent together that you somehow never discussed.

A small gathering between mutual friends had ended with too much drinking, so it was pretty hard for you to even keep on your heels.

"My feet hurt, baby." You make a whining sound, clinging to Leon's jacket as soon as you find yourself outside of the bar. He steadies you with his arm—strong and firm, chuckling slightly at your condition.

"Don't worry, love. I got you." Leon said, picking you up in his arms in bridal style. And he certainly wasn't going to let you know exactly how that little nickname you picked out was affecting him.