𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

A Kiss You'd Remember

I wake up in Leon's bed, which would be nice if I remembered how I ended up here and why I'm not in my own bed. I look around, not seeing any evidence of Leon's presence and his side of the bed is perfectly made, which means he hasn't slept in it since I've been here. I squint against my phone light, seeing it's late morning, and just on cue my head begins to ache. I search through my camera roll, getting glimpses of last night's get together with Jill, Chris, Claire, Rebecca and Leon.

I begin to piece together the mystery as I continue to look at all the photos I took. Me and the gang smiling, our first drinks in hand. A new drink in my hand as Leon grins at the camera. Another drink in my hand as I sing karaoke with Claire. Another drink in hand as Leon's arm wraps around my shoulders, practically keeping me sat upright as I slump against him. Another one with my lips on Leon's cheek, his head turned slightly as if that wasn't where I was aiming.

Okay, so I drank too much last night and Leon must've brought me back here, but why?

A soft knock at the bedroom door startles me, but then seconds later Leon comes in, holding a glass of water and some painkillers. He winces when he sees me, but then smiles and sets the things aside, "Looks like you had a good night. How're you feeling?" He murmurs, reaching out to brush my hair away from my face.

I nod, feeling better than I have been previously, "Not too bad, little hungover but someone must've forced me to drink loads of water last night because it could be worse." Leon nods, hands lingering on my cheek before he pulls them away. I grab the pills and take them with the water as Leon cracks open the curtains a little.

"Hey," I softly say as Leon sits next to me again, "why am I here? I mean thank you for looking after me, but..." I lead off, hoping he can clear things up. His smile stretches wider as he gazes at me, head tilting in amusement.

"Well you had a lot to drink, and I practically had to drag you away from the bar, then when I tried to take you home you shoved your keys into your bra, so I, uh, I brought you here and made sure you were okay until you eventually passed out after singing 99 Red Balloons."

My eyes widen, then I slap a hand to my face, mortified that I was that bad. Leon chuckles though, grabbing my wrist and pulling it back on the bed, but doesn't let go as his thumb brushes my inner wrist. "Don't be embarrassed, we've all done stupid shit, and besides, your rendition wasn't too off key."

"I'm so sorry Leon, I shouldn't have drank so much-" I start, but Leon leans forwards, his face not far from my own. My heart flutters as his eyes search mine, something lingering between us but I'm not sure what.

"It's okay, you deserved a night of fun, and I really didn't mind taking care of you. Really." He mumbles, looking like he genuinely means it. I nod, feeling too intense so I break the eye contact and begin looking around his room, noticing the bookshelves and various houseplants he has.

"So, where did you sleep all night?" I ask to change the topic, but it doesn't dissipate the strange tension lingering between us.

"The couch. I didn't want to share the bed with you and make you feel weird." Leon replies, tucking his feet up until he's sat criss crossed on the bed. I don't even think before I speak.

"It wouldn't have made me feel weird."

Leon blinks at me, brows raising until he nods his head. "Well I'm glad you're comfortable with me."

"I'm more than comfortable with you." I say again, cursing my slightly hungover mind for not thinking. Leon just stares at me, "But I don't think you feel the same, because I took a photo of us last night...I went in for a kiss but..." I lead off, throat squeezing as I make a fool of myself with this long awaited confession. I force my eyes closed, but Leon's fingers touch my chin, bringing my face even closer to his until I open my eyes.

"I remember. What about it?"

I take a breath, then let it out slowly, albeit shaky too. "You didn't want to kiss me, did you? Is that why you turned your head away from me?" God, I sound so childish.

Leon's breath hitches for a moment as he looks at me, then he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head slowly. "No sweetheart, it wasn't that. I just didn't want to kiss you when you were drunk, when I kiss you for the first time I want it to be a kiss you'd remember."

My lips part, then my eyebrows lift to the roof. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember every kiss you'd give me. I think you should even do it now."

Leon's lips lift further, "Really? I guess I should then." He murmurs, then his lips are on mine, gentle at first as if testing the waters, but as soon as I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer to me all of our held back passion breaks loose. His mouth dominates mine as he leans into me, which ends up with me on my back and Leon hovering above me, hands holding my face and waist as if to keep me here. "You look so good in my bed." He whispers as his lips move to my neck. I smile, hugging him as the kiss ends.

"I love being in it. Seriously, it's so warm and smells like you."

Leon gives me an amused look. "You like my smell, huh?"

I nod, letting him pull me into his chest as he lies beside me. "I love more than your smell Leon."