Leon was starting to get sick of the impromptu and aggressive make out sessions, he couldn’t even tell if Ethan was attracted to him or not.
He knew he used to be but that was about a decade ago and considering how much he loved to torture Leon, he could just be doing it purely for that fact.
Finally, they started their journey back to the car, Leon sporting a couple more bruises in addition to the fang marks.
He didn’t say anything about it but he wasn’t going on anymore lunches with Ethan, if he managed to keep this round of bruises hidden from Jaxon and Darian which was about likely as getting Ethan to get the fuck out his life.
They got back to Ethan’s car and the dark haired werewolf took out a rag to wipe himself with before finally getting dressed.
Leon just sat stiffly in the car, aching all over. This was supposed to be a simple, friendly lunch but he felt physically and emotionally drained.