Listening to the wave of silence in a twirl noise of wind, Leonel's eyes stuck to his sight, awed by the presence of supposed patner, who stood elegantly before him.
“Dressed up for me I see” Leonel spoke while furthering his steps.
His eyes hadn't parted ways from the sight before him, casual yet sexy in every way, if only he could grab right hold of him, he cared of nothing more than having Ismael right in his arms.
“Don't you pace any futher” Ismael said I'm a stern voice, pushing Leonel out of his thoughts as he had halted in his tracks.
It was evident enough of Ismael's hold on Leo, this moment had proved oncemore his belief, loosing completely his mind as his eyes had fallen upon Ismael's figure. Leo had previously walked in with a definite intention, a desire to take hold of his
