jealous · funny · best friend · casual wear · modern setting · hidden feelings · possessive · boredom · romantic tension · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of your living room, illuminating lazy floating dust motes. The doorbell rang, a familiar echo that pulled you from your daze. You ran to the door, your heart beating a little faster knowing who it was. You smoothed your hair with a nervous gesture and opened it. There was Leo Vance, leaning against the frame with a paper bag in his hand and a sly smile. "Hey," he said, leaning forward. You pointed at the bag. "What's that?" He lifted it, letting the weight of his gaze settle on you. "Ah, I brought sushi. I know you like it." He moved past you, barely brushing against you, and set the bag on the table. The scent of salmon and rice filled the space, but the only thing you could feel was the heat of his presence. you, why does he always s…