“Leo?” I ask in shock as he enters our apartment. It’s late and I have been wondering where he’s been all night. He didn’t tell me that he had a date or anything like that. He just took off and didn’t come home for hours. And now he looks like he’s been in a fist fight. His lip is busted and even in the dim light, I can see a bruise forming on his left cheek.
“What happened?” I ask and stumble off the couch to check on him.
He pushes my hands away with a frown on his face, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” I growl at him, “what happened?”
“Nothing,” he mutters and shrugs out of his leather jacket. I can tell by his slow and careful movements that the injuries on his face aren’t the only ones.
“Since when do you lie to me?” I ask, crossing my arms accusingly in front of my ch
