Stroking his arm rested over my shoulders feels a lot more intimate than one would imagine. Or maybe it's just me bathing in his presence after being deprived of it most of the week.
Ever since that night I haven't been able to sleep well. The sound and look of him burned into my brain. Leo gasping so desperately for air and his face as white a sheet was too heartbreaking to bare. He wouldn't say what it was and I was too choked up to ask.
Through the course of the week I've come to understand Lucy and Fatima's vague words about my relationship with Leo. About 'where I'm at'
I'm undoubtedly in love with him. So much so that when I think about it I want to burst into tears because my body has yet to develop another way to handle the extent of it.