LEON
I am losing my goddamn mind.
I crush the thin red plastic cup in my palm until the plastic cracks and splits under my knuckles. I’m standing in the shadows as we agreed, but every muscle in my neck is pulled tight as I track every single movement she makes.
I know exactly what she’s doing.
It’s a deliberate, lethal form of torture. Ten minutes ago, under the excuse that the hallway was too tight, she squeezed past me on her way to the cooler. She made sure her bare shoulder slid against my arm, her silk-draped hip brushing against my thigh.
That scent of hers, sweet vanilla, warm skin, and a hint of liquor, hits my senses all at once, that not-so-innocent touch leaving a line of fire everywhere her skin brushed against mine.
I am uncomfortably, ridiculously, hard.
Fuck.
I shou
