Unexpected kisses and cold showers

Leon's P.O.V

I awoke feeling great, as if I had gotten the best sleep of my life. I looked at Clary to see her wrapped around me, the pillow wall long gone, her legs tangled with mine, my arms around her, and her messy hair, which brought a smile to my face because of how beautiful she looked without even trying.

I moved to push a strand of hair away from her face, and I started looking at her beautiful rosy cheeks and beautiful plump lips, which are driving me crazy with how much I want to kiss her and taste her lips once again after last time.

What if I kissed her right now? She wouldn't know.

Maybe

I started to lean in to capture her lips, but I decided against it. I just kept watching her while she slept until her beautiful eyes started to flutter open.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," I said with a smile.

"Good morning," she said sleepily, looking at the way we were sleeping. "We have to stop waking up like this."

"Well, I don't mind," I said, smirking and pulling her closer to me.

"No one asked for your opinion," she said, rolling her eyes. "And what exactly are you doing? Let me go".

She tried to get up, but I tightened my grip on her.

"Nope," she said, stopping a bit at the "P."

"Why not?" she asked, struggling more to get out, and I'm obviously stronger than her, so she's hopeless.

"I like it that way," I said, shrugging. "Stop struggling, princess; I'm way stronger than you, so you aren't getting out."

"I want to use the toilet," she said.

"Ok, fine, I will only let you go in exchange for something," I said, smirking.

"What is that something?" She asked, and I pretended to be deep in thought.

"Got it!" I said, "You give me a kiss, and I'll let you go."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Um... ar... Are you out of your mind?" she asked.

"No, sorry, that is your only way out," I said, shrugging while watching her think deeply. Then I saw a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Fine," she said, feigning innocence, and I nodded.

She started coming closer, and her lips were nearing mine. I couldn't believe that I would taste her lips again. She was very close to me, and her lips almost touched mine, and I felt her hot breath on my lips, which caused me to close my eyes. Then she did what surprised me most: she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and took advantage of my not-focused state and got out of my grip, which I hadn't noticed until I opened my eyes to find her at the door giggling, which put a smile on my face.

I got up to take a shower myself, and after getting out and getting ready for work, I started going down the stairs, and I immediately smelled a delicious smell, but there was something unfamiliar with it. Maybe Mrs. Taylor is trying something new, so I went down to the kitchen only to find Clary making breakfast, and the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of the food along with her sweet vanilla scent. She didn't notice me standing there because she appeared to be so engrossed with whatever she was doing, so I took that opportunity to just watch her.

That was until my phone rang; it was my assistant Tom. Clary, who turned around, was surprised.

"Um, how long have you been standing there?" She asked, confused, which, in return, I just shrugged and answered the phone.

"Hey boss, how are you doing?" Tom asked

"Hey Tom, stop doing that and just get to the point and tell me what it is that you are calling me about that can't wait till I get to the office." I asked

"Ok, sorry boss, I just wanted to give you the good news. Remember the famous Isabelle Moon, whom you wanted to talk to about wanting to meet up with her to propose something for her needing a new fashion designer?"

"Aha, yes, I remember. What did you do about that?" I asked.

"Well, she was excited to meet you, so she called today to schedule a meeting for today at 8 ."

"Okay, good job, Tom. Thank you. I will meet you at the office," I said as I hung up and looked at Clary to see her looking at me.

I was excited to tell Clary that she would be very happy. After all, I did that for her as a payback for helping me with my project and because I knew she would be happy.

"What happened?" she asked, worried.

"Well, you know Isabelle Moon?" I asked her

"Of course I know Isabelle Moon; she is so beautiful. I have always dreamed of designing for her, but she already has a designer, and she wouldn't know about me anyway," she said, disappointed.

"You will be perfect for Isabelle Moon ; she fired her designer and she is looking for a new one. I may know some people who did a favor for me and called her and told her about you, and now she is excited to meet you, and we are going to meet her today," I said.

Her mouth hung open. Oh, she was so expressive. Her eyes were as big as saucers.

She gasped. She opened her mouth. She closed it. She looked like an adorable goldfish. Her hands flailed, but...

She was speechless. His firecracker was speechless.

I did that!

I smiled

"The Isabelle Moon?" Finally, it seemed like she had gotten herself together.

" Yes "

"The Hollywood celebrity? That Isabelle?"

"Yes"

"Oh, oh, God, God, Leon, thank you so much. I love you."

The next thing I know, she is hanging off my neck and hugging me, and then she did what I least expected...

She kissed me.

Oh my god, she is kissing me.

Oh, how much I have wanted to kiss those lips. Her lips tasted so sweet, and I have wanted to kiss those lips ever since that night.

She was so engrossed in the kiss, and I was too.

God how much I love kissing her

I pulled her flush against my body, trailed kisses down her jaws, and then suckled on her neck as my hands caressed her cheeks and spit!

It was totally the wrong move because she jerked away from me and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. She was breathing hard, and her whole body had a tinge of pink. She looked bedraggled and sexy, flushed and ravaged. She looked scrumptious. I wanted another bite of that.

"That is not what I intended." Her voice was a breathy whisper. She stared at my lips with eyes wide with puzzlement, as if it were an alien. As if she hadn't just memorised every print on my lips, every slope, and every curve.

Oh, but I knew her lips in amazing detail. Every curve and line. The way the Cupid bow dipped down in the top lip, the way it tasted slightly of Clary and slightly of strawberries The way they move, slow and fast, all at once.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

Words...

Yeah, I had to answer her, but my brain was too muddled to form a response.

When it formed one, though, it was not the right one.

But it was what he needed to hear.

What they both needed to hear

"It is just a kiss, Clary; don't sweat it. You were happy. I was available. We celebrated. No need to overthink it, okay?"

"Yes. Yes." She sounded so eager, as if she were grateful for finding a way out. It stung. It made me angry that my response was accepted with such eager sweetness.

Was I that impossible to like?

"Don't sound too eager." I grunted as I tried to bring my breathing back to normal. My heart was still rattling.

"I..." She looked down, and her eyes widened. I saw where she was looking, and my cheeks flushed as I took a step back.

"What? You never saw someone so aroused." He bit the words out as I turned away from her. "It happens."

She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned a shade of mind-boggling red. Redder than before. And cleared her throat.

Then she said something I would have never dreamed in all my wildest dream.

"Looks like your thing is overthinking it."

She looked guileless, but I saw that glint in her eyes.

Innocent my ass.

I could bet that she is making fun of me.

I choked on his own spit and almost ran away. And I think I could hear her taunting chuckle following me, and it put a smile on my face.

She always did things I least expected.

The woman was going to be the death of me .

I returned to my room and decided to, um, take a cold shower.

I stripped and entered the shower.

I stood under the shower, still thinking of the kiss. I could almost smell her in my body if I tried. Even after washing myself.

The pain in my body slowly receded, but the need in my bones didn't.

After I finished, I got out and dressed once again and sprayed a hefty amount of perfume.

Maybe then her smell wouldn't overpower me.

When I got down, she was in the kitchen, making coffee.

But she noticed me right away and asked me to sit down to eat, and she is making me my coffee.

I watched her move gracefully around the kitchen, putting food in front of me.

Clary's P.O.V:

Oh my god, I kissed him.

Like really kissed him

Relax it's not like you haven't kissed him before

I did kiss him before, but that felt more realistic.

But I didn't regret it, and I had to stop letting it matter too much. So when he gave me an easy way out, I was too eager to welcome it, but then he looked angry.

Why was he angry, then?

I tried to avoid his eyes and inadvertently stumbled across something else.

The front of his pants...

Whoa! That is kind of scary and arousing.

I wonder when I turned into this hormone-loaded, lustful, and dirty person.

It wasn't her.

I had dated three guys in all of my 23 years, and I had gone as far as... you know what, but nothing ever made me lose control.

But with him, I wanted to do everything I had never wanted to do with anyone.

"What? You never saw someone so aroused." He sounded agitated. "It happens." And aroused.

I had this urge to do something to shake his cool. He was always cool and collected. He was perfectly in control of what he did and who he was, and I yearned to do something to twist it. To twist him. I wanted him to feel uncool, like I had felt with him.

A mischievous smirk replaced my lips as I pointed at him.

"It looks like your thing is overthinking it."

And he turned pink. He did. He looked at me, or more like gaped at me, and he looked properly shaken. Not Mr. Cool anymore. Ha!

He looked as awkward as a nerdy teen with braces having his first kiss.

Oh, I did that to him. It was almost gloating, but I couldn't help it.

I watched with amusement as he rushed past me as if I had a contagious disease or something.

I walked—or floated—to my room in a haze, my lips swollen and smiling.

I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. i watched. Studied myself. A finger gently touched my lips.

Light roses on my cheeks. Eyes over bright and shining, the gold in them cloudy. Lips red and swollen, and smiling dreamily.

My heart pounded.

Nobody ever made me feel like that.

What is wrong with me?

And don't overthink it.

"It is a one-time thing. Get it? Don't make it a habit. It will become a difficult habit to break. Addiction is bad. You can't get addicted to him. Remember the contract."

I said to remind myself

The contract.

Yes. Oh yes.

It made her heart slow down.

I then went down again to the kitchen to finish breakfast, and while I was going down, I could hear Leon's shower running, which made me laugh.

......

I was almost finished with breakfast and making coffee when Leon came into the kitchen.

And I told him to sit down for breakfast, and after I finished making coffee, I sat beside him, and we started eating in silence. Every once in a while, he would look at me, and then after we had finished, he stood up and started to leave, but before he left, he said:

"Be ready by 6:30 because I will pick you up for your meeting with Isabelle."

"OK, thank you, Leon." I said to him in return he just nodded

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