No more tears - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 8

"𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠."

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"Lucy, wait a sec," Leon said as I turned around slowly, my brows furrowed while I observed Leon with a questioning look.

To my surprise, a strangely soothing smile played on his lips. As he took my hand, leading me back into the room I had just left, the door closed behind us in an oddly serene silence.

When our eyes met, I felt the emotions from moments ago intensify, realizing I was already losing my composure. 

"Oh, well..." I heard Leon comment hushedly as I turned to face him, maintaining the same troubled expression. He then let out a soft laugh, seemingly amused by my predicament. 

"What's wrong?" I asked gently and curiously as he started to approach, casually rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. When only half a meter separated us, I met his gaze, the tension enchanting me into silence.

Guilty of wanting him to come even closer, I slid a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"Your entire face is red," he commented as I averted my gaze. 

It was at the moment when I felt his hand, his intoxicating warmth, delicately grabbing mine to remove it from my face that my breath caught.

"I'm just not used to someone approaching me like this... That's all." I justified myself as he raised an eyebrow, evidently less fooled than I had thought.

"Oh, really?" He inquired, in a lighter tone. And as he took a step back to better contemplate me,  I continued to pout. 

"Yet, I've never seen you like this with the other guy...Even when he hugged you...?"

"Wait, are you talking about Will? He's my friend; I don't see why I—" I began to justify as he crossed his arms and smiled, strangely satisfied.

When I realized that I had just given him the upper hand, and even more than that, that I had, in my overly nuanced explanations, implied to Leon that he might be the only one capable of putting me in such a state, the cards were already in the devil's hands.

But as I headed for the door to make a smooth exit, he grabbed my arm and quickly pinned me against the wall.

"You really believe you're getting away with this?" He murmured, his voice both soft and provocative, sending an electric shock through every fiber of my body as I tilted my head, seductively smiling at him.

As he dangerously approached until we were just a few centimeters apart, I reveled in this dangerous game of tension, where we both thought we could hold out as long as possible, gazing at each other without acting.

The moment I slightly averted my gaze from his and glanced at the alluring hand pressed behind me, I tensed in my shoes.

His hand gently grabbed the side of my face to turn me back toward him, making me bite my lip.

As my doe eyes opened slightly, my lips forming an unspoken invitation, he shook his head, evidently amused. In an impulsive act, I placed my hands behind his neck, trying to bring our faces closer, but his resistance remained steadfast.