𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

Not Exactly A Bad Dream PT1

Since deciding to be a full time author my finances haven't exactly been great. At first I had to cut down the extra expenses, then minimise the heating and water, then finally I realised I couldn't stay at the apartment I loved. So I began looking online for a roommate deal, and thankfully I found the perfect one, only bad thing; my roommate was a guy.

Leon Kennedy turned out to be a great guy though. The first time we met he bought me coffee and we ended up speaking for hours, then when we agreed to be roomates he helped me move into his apartment, picking me and my stuff up in his jeep before then carrying said boxes up the stairs.

We have a great friendship. It helps that we both like the same movies and music, plus he's neat and tidy, far from being the nightmare roommate I'd dreaded was under the surface of his smooth skin and perfect blonde hair. We worked well around each other, taking turns cooking meals when he'd be at work at the RPD, we'd often have mini movie nights watching something new and taking about it after, even when I stay up late writing my newest novel Leon would bring me a hot chocolate or tea, asking about my work and giving me ideas.

Soon enough, three months had passed since living together and I'd never been happier. My books had even been picked up by a publisher, and I was finally earning more. When Leon found out the news he took me out to a bar to celebrate, but cut the evening short when he saw I wasn't having fun and took me for ice cream instead.

All of those thoughts and memories flick through my mind as I lie here in bed, tossing and turning as I try to get comfortable. It's no use, my mind won't shut up and for some reason my emotions just feel too high, I can't pinpoint why I smile every time I think about the nice things Leon has done for me, or the way I want to kiss him- No way.

Ah denial, hello newfound friend.

I huff at myself, covering my face with my hands as I lie on my back, a war rages inside my head until I've had enough. I get up, grabbing a hoodie and pulling it on before stepping out of my room into the cool apartment. I silently pass Leon's room, but frown when I see it's unoccupied, huh, weird.

As soon as I enter the living room I pause, seeing Leon sat near the window staring out into the nightlit city beyond with a look of awe and tranquility. I step back feeling like I'm interrupting until I knock into the wall, cursing as it makes me jump.

Leon's head swivels to mine, but his lips lift into a tilt rather than shock. "Are you okay?" He softly asks, hiding a chuckle.

I nod, feeling embarrassed. I force a smile and step closer to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your...whatever you're doing." I mumble, toying with the ends of my hair.

Leon stretches, letting out a small yawn. "It's fine. Why are you awake, have a bad dream?" He asks arching a concerned brow. My eyes widen for a split second, but then I think of a reasonable response.

"No! I mean, not exactly a bad dream," I smile, feeling a small blush cover my cheeks. "Just an eye opening experience.'"

Leon chuckles, giving me an odd look, understandably so because my reply was weird as fuck. "Well it must've been great then, I hardly ever hear you up at this time in the night."

I lift a shoulder then perch on the arm of the sofa, only an armstretch from Leon. "Why are you awake?" I ask.

"Just something on my mind." He waves off, looking momentarily shy as he averts his eyes back to the window. We're silent for a few moments until I break the odd tension between us.

"We're quite the pair then." I lightly jest, giving Leon a playful smile. He returns it, but something about the way he's looking at me seems so admirable, like I'm worth looking at.

"Yeah," he softly murmurs, "we are."

I gulp, unable to peel my eyes away from his magnetic blue ones until Leon finally stands. I do the same, preparing to say goodnight again but instead he pushes closer to me, his warmth radiates towards me and my breath hitches. As if finally realising how close we are Leon suddenly pulls away, stepping to the side and mumbling some desperate apologies.

"No, it's fine! It was a good breathlessness thing." I interupt as he scolds himself. He immediately stops, raising his brows in surprise as his lips twitch.

"Can I live out my eye opening experience?" I whisper, closing the space between us. Leon stiffens but nods, so hesitantanly I step up onto my toes and cup his cheeks, watching gleefully as his eyes flitter closed, then I press my lips to his in a featherlight kiss that has my heart ready to explode.

As I pull away Leon's eyes remain closed, his hand I notice is on my waist, keeping me in place as if he's not done with me just yet. "You know," he breathily says, "that's what's been on my mind too."

I let out a small laugh, glad he's not angry or planning to kick me out for the kiss. His blue eyes open and find mine before he dips in and captures my lips again, this time in a more lingering but still gentle kiss. When we pull away, we're both grinning and shaking our heads ruefully. "Can I do something with you tomorrow night?" He asks.

My eyes bulge at the question as a million ideas run through my head, but then Leon blushes and raises his hands as my lips part. "Not like that! I meant, can I cook a meal for you, or I could take you out for dinner?"

I bite back a smile, nodding. "That'd be nice, I love your cooking." Which is true, Leon makes the best lasagne ever.

Even though I'm truly the happiest ever and full of adrenaline, a small yawn escapes me as my body reminds me of the time. Leon cups my cheek, brushing my cheekbone with his thumb. "I should get back to bed." I mumble, pointing my thumb over my shoulder.

Leon nods, watching as I back away but once again hit the damn wall with a thud. He lets out a laugh which I return, rolling my eyes at myself before rushing away to my room. Once safe and out of view, I collapse onto bed kicking my legs in the air in a happy kind of dance.

Who'd have guessed the roommates would turn into a romance? I'll be sure to write a novel about this one day in the future.