No way back - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 8

As the door opened, I quickly gasped as I watched Leon open the door, leaning against the door frame as I gave him a panicked smile. 

Then followed a moment of quietness that neither he nor I could fill, as the tension could probably be cut with a blade.

I looked away for a second the moment our eyes met, his whole attitude telling me that he wouldn't be satisfied if I tried to lie my way out of it. 

"S-sorry, I suddenly felt like throwing up and uh... I needed to get some fresh air... Yeah, that's it." I started to justify as he grinned. 

To pretend as if nothing happened.

"There's a window in the living room..." He quickly replied as I threw an anguished gaze at him, already knowing that I had failed my persuasion attempt just by the way he was scrutinizing me.

"Are you hiding from me?" He asked, almost innocently, as he sniffed his T-shirt, which immediately made me shake my head in refusal.

"Of course I'm not, I'm just... huh..." I quickly responded to him as he stopped his comedy, not even trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying this. 

"Oh, that's reassuring." He simply nodded as I stared at him, shaking like I had never shaken. 

Is he teasing me?

"To be honest, I thought I was so repelling that you had to run. Now, I can't help but wonder what could have possibly run through your mind." He added as he nodded once more, while I sighed in defeat.

"Of course not, you're very handsome!" I answered one last time, not even bothering to answer the rest, when I saw he had started to laugh. 

He's just fucking around!

"Oh well, would you look at that." He remarked as shame quickly took possession of my body.

I planted myself in front of him, trying to look dignified and perfectly unbothered as he raised a brow. 

What did I expect from him, anyway?

"W-well, uh...I believe it is time for me to get going. Have a nice evening, Leon." I implied as he began to smile once again, taking my chance to start leaving his room, with only one idea in mind: bag, suitcase, and run before he said something else.

"Hm. I see." Were the only words I could hear as I scanned the living room to find my vest.

I turned to him, slightly confused.

"What?" I asked him as he turned to me, still leaning on that damn door frame.

I bit my cheek, enjoying a bit too much his handsomeness to look unbothered. 

"Are you really leaving, just like this?" He asked as I frowned, giving up on the jacket searching session as I gazed at him from afar.

Of course, he's not upsetting me... I just can't deal with my feelings right now. 

If I listened to myself, I'd probably be kissing him and jumping over him as if there were no tomorrow. 

He sighed as he let his head fall. 

"Damn. Guess you are."

Do I want to leave him right now? 

This whole situation escalated so ridiculously... I'm afraid it might happen again if I run away.

Is it that bad? 

I raised my head towards him, slightly scratching my neck as I tried to think of a quick response to give him.