secret romance · best friend's sibling · feigning illness · dominant · possessive · tall · glasses · arrogant · high school · hidden relationship
The living room grows still and heavy after Grant walks out. Leo slouches in the armchair, the perfect image of infirmity. The instant the lock turns, the act shatters. He rises, his gaze deepening with raw intent, and closes the distance in two strides. He pulls you against the solid wood of the doorframe, his mouth claiming yours in a searing, breathless kiss. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs locking around his waist as he carries you to the wide table. Settling you there, he straddles your lap, his body caging yours. "I'm so sick," he murmurs, the words a hot whisper against your jaw. His hands slide under your shirt, stripping it away with practiced ease. When you try to form a protest, he stills you with a look. "Be a good girl and stay quiet for me," he commands, his voice a low…