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After he released his hold on me, I got up, got my snacks, and joined him on the couch again. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m sure. I’ll just have a few bites of yours,” he said.
I couldn’t think of any scenario that would make a guy think it was okay to steal a girl’s snacks in the middle of a movie, but considering this was Leo and he was making it so I didn’t have to have another movie night on my own, I didn’t necessarily mind that he wanted me to share with him.
I was even more willing to share when I sat back down on the couch and Leo reached out for me, wrapped his arm around my back, and curled me into his body. I glanced up at him, saw him smile down at me, and returned my attention to the television. Then, I turned on the movie, opened my snacks, and shared them with Leo.
It was easily the best night of my life, especially when, after the movie was finished, Leo and I dove into another round of kissing before we both fell asleep on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
It was the rhythmic stroking of fingertips on my arm that woke me up.
As nice as it felt, it was unexpected and forced me to tense my body. After just a few seconds, I recalled why I was feeling those fingertips, and I began to relax my body.
“You’re awake.”
Leo’s voice came at me as a deep rumble, something I could both hear and feel with my cheek pressed against his chest.
Lifting my head to look at him, I confirmed, “I am.”
“You sleep hard,” he noted.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized as I attempted to get up off of him. “Did you… were you uncomfortable?”
Leo held on to me, a small smile playing at his lips. He shook his head. “Not for any of the reasons you might be thinking. Besides, when I needed to change position, I simply moved you where I wanted you, and you never put up a fight.”
He moved me where he wanted me?
I didn’t know how that had been possible without me waking up and realizing it, but perhaps it was just what he’d said. I slept hard. Being perfectly honest, I had a feeling that was another thing made possible by the fact that it was Leo sleeping beside me all night long.
“What about now?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
Maybe it was the fact that he’d kissed me last night. Maybe it was because he held me protectively against him while we slept. It could have been something else altogether. But somehow, I found the courage to be playful in a way I’d never really been with him.
“Am I where you want me now?” I questioned him.
His lips twitched. “It’s not exactly where I’d like you, but I think we still have to work up to that.”
A shiver ran through me at his admission. He noticed, and something intensified in his eyes.
I didn’t want to acknowledge that, so I figured it was best to ease my way out of this conversation. “Well, I’m sorry you never made it out of here and over to the home you were going to stay in last night. As you know, it would have come equipped with a bed, which would have likely offered you a better night of sleep.”
His brows furrowed. “Would you have gone there with me?”
I shook my head, completely missing where he was going with this, and answered, “No. No, I would have locked up here and gone to sleep in my home.”
“Then I’m not sorry about it at all,” he replied. “I’d take your warm, soft body pressed against mine on a small couch over a big bed without you in it any day of the week.”
It seemed Leo had no problem with expressing precisely where he wanted to see this go, even if he wasn’t making any attempts to take us there now, nor had he done it last night. I might have been able to do a bit of teasing, but I didn’t have that level of confidence just yet. As it was, so much of what I was experiencing with him was out of character for me.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to what he’d just shared, so I didn’t. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be a problem for Leo.
A moment later, he asked, “Can I take you out for coffee and doughnuts this morning?”
This had been the change of subject I’d needed. “But you don’t like junk food,” I reasoned, thinking it would be incredibly selfish of me to agree to what he was offering when he wasn’t going to enjoy any of it.
“I don’t drink coffee, either,” he shared.
