Stuck Like Glue

;Chapter Fourteen;

Y/n
Leon had asked me what I would do if he liked me. The question shocked me, but partially I wanted to know. "Is that a hypothetical question?" I ask him, wanting to make sure it wasn't anything serious. Could he like me? Surely not. However, he did say he gets shy and tends to blush a bit around someone he likes. He's already shied away and stuttered, so could that mean... does he like me?

"Ah... y-yeah it is..." he seemed to become nervous, appearing to have his hands become clammy before my eyes.

"Leon..." I speak, my voice soft and quiet as I approach him. "Do you like me?" I ask, looking over his face as he flushed at my closer state. I moved to be next to him, close enough to hold his hand if I wished.

He bit the inside of his cheek and looked into my eyes, "what if I do?"

"Leon?" My eyes widened by fractions, but I couldn't look into his blue eyes much longer. I let my gaze linger on his face before traversing down his torso and finally to the boxes on the bed. "I..."

"If I made you uncomfortable with my question, I apologize. I didn't mean for it to sound like that, it's only hypothetical and I don't mean anything by it..." Leon gently places a hand on my bare (s/c) skin. His hand warm against the small chill in the room. I liked his touch, it was soothing and warm. It also happened to feel inviting. I felt myself lean into his warm palm, that is until it slid down the length of my arm to lay limp at his side.

I frowned, bringing my eyes back up to his. "Only hypothetical?" I quiz, seeing his eyes soften and him look away. It had almost Ed appeared as though he couldn't bare looking into my eyes any longer. "Leon... it's not hypothetical if you want a true answer..." I took a step closer to him, my right hand finding it's place on his shoulder. He kept his gaze away from me, seemingly at all costs. "Look at me..." I spoke softly, waiting for him to turn his head. He refused to do so.

So I let my hand be his gentle guide, letting it move along his shoulder to his neck. He seemed to shiver under the touch, but I pushed that aside, running my fingertips along his jawline until my index finger lay perfectly under his chin. I pinched his chin between that finger and my thumb to move his head to meet my eyes. He stared into my eyes for a moment, thinking, contemplating.

"You can tell me things, we're friends, aren't we?" I smile at him, but it vanishes when I see slight pain flash in his eyes.

"Y/n..." he breathes out, his hot breath brushing over my hand that still held his chin. "What if I don't want to be friends?" His eyes search mine, looking for an honest answer.

"Like...." I trail for a moment, then pick back up, "like more?" He slightly nibbles on his bottom lip before nodding at me.

"Y-yeah..." he averts his eyes and I let go of his chin, my hand returning to my side. He took in a deep breath and turned his eyes to look at me and before I knew it, I was on my back being pinned by Leon's body.

To sum up how I got here, it was simple. He shifted his leg to knock my feet off balance and used both his and my own weight to knock me onto the bed with him towering over me. He goes quiet for a moment, his face inches away from mine. His eyes falter, going towards my lips and then back to my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry..." he shifted off of me and I lay there on my back, still unsure how to react to anything.

He went to leave the room, cursing under his breath. "Leon!" I called out, jumping off the bed. He stopped in the doorway and looked over at my shyly. "At least take me to dinner before you strip me!" He looked shocked, staring with widened eyes at the small smile that crept up my face.

"Is that... would you... I mean..." he scratches the back of his neck slightly. Only now did I notice the small stubble on his face, how had I missed that earlier?