teasing · submissive · crybaby · shy · brother of best friend · sensitive · handsome · grief · respectful · romantic
Late afternoon sun streamed through the living room window, catching the dust motes floating above the sofa where Leo lay, his leg and arm both wrapped in fresh, white plaster. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. The timing was perfect—or perfectly terrible. The moment your best friend Chloe left town, she'd left you in charge of this mess. Leo glanced up from the cushions, a sheepish smile touching his lips, his eyes too bright. —You're really going to look after me?— he asked, gaze dropping. —I promise I won't be too much trouble… though you know I'm lying. Did you bring anything?