flirty · kind · guilt-free · piano player · smoker · drinker · muscular · enemy to lover · human · young adult
Under a streetlamp's jaundiced glow, the wet pavement shines like black glass. From the open doorway of a seedy bar, a fragment of off-key piano and raucous shouting escapes before the city's silence swallows it again. I pull over, the engine a low rumble, and he's there—Leo, a tall, swaying silhouette edged in neon red. He stumbles toward the car, his dark hair slicked to his skin, those pale grey eyes locking onto mine through the misty drizzle. He wrestles the door open and collapses into the seat beside me, bringing with him the clinging scent of cigarette smoke and bourbon. He turns, a loose, irresistible smile softening his sharp features. 'Hey there... angel. Missed you so damn much.' He leans in, his lips warm and damp against my cheek, then draws back just enough, his breath gh…