Without Leo, I was actually able to finish my assignment. Sure, it was boring without having someone to kiss, or hug, or just talk to.
What was really wrong of me to think of, was if I even wanted it to be Leo in the first place.
Like yeah yeah, he was good. Smart, kind, considerate and passionate. But every single time I sat and thought about it, there was something missing. I could feel it. Prodding and poking at my conscience desperately waiting to get noticed. Was it even temptation? Or was it just my own want, something I always ignored?
I hear a knock on my door and go over to open it. It was a good thing I had something else to focus on — it was either the door or me rewatching Bridgerton. I feel my body slightly get a chill as my bare feet prodded along the wooden floor. Only for it to get even chillier.
