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Saint
Waking up that Tuesday, I smiled when I remembered classes were out for the week. I’d had that same joy Monday morning, as well. Don’t get me wrong, I loved school, but it was nice to have a break from it. Not that I’d havetoomuch of a break. I had a research paper for psychology due, as well as a probability and statistics test to study for. It was nice nonetheless.
The warm, naked body wrapped around mine was even nicer.
Leo made a noise in his sleep and nuzzled against my chest. I was on my back, and he laid on his stomach, one arm slung across me and one leg tangled with mine.
I stared at his bicep and traced the flag tattoo there. He’d said he got it when he was eighteen as the result of a drunken night, but he’d admitted last night he’d also gotten it as afuck youto his dad.
Remembering the grief in his eyes as he told me about his dad, I tightened my hold on him.
Having family reject you left a wound that was hard to heal. My dad had rejected me before I’d even been born, and then my grandparents had. Mom and Aunt Kathy had been the only constants in my life, offering me nothing but love and support. If I hadn’t had them, I didn’t know where I’d be. Leo was lucky to have his brother, but the pain of being cast out by your parents must’ve taken its toll on him.
Of course, I started psychoanalyzing him.
I was familiar enough with human behavior to know that people with “daddy and mommy issues” sometimes turned out to be promiscuous in their adult life, like they’re afraid to settle down because they didn’t want to feel that kind of rejection again. They oftentimes felt empty and thought that being with a bunch of people would help them feel whole. Then, when the emptiness returned, they continued searching.
It all made sense now—the way Leo had been for so long, closed off from vulnerable emotions and covering up his pain with jokes.
“Frosty?” Leo croaked in an adorable, sleepy voice. “Will you scratch my back? I’m too lazy to move.”
I snorted a laugh before reaching over and scratching between his shoulder blades. After scratching his itch, I continued to run my fingertips over his skin. Leo smelled amazing in the morning; it was a scent I couldn’t place, but one that was all him.
He smelled the way warm felt, comforting.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, pressing his face into the side of my hair. “I’m hungry.”
“Me, too,” I said before flipping around and hovering over him.
He gave me a sleepy grin and smoothed his hand up my side. “Oh yeah?”
I kissed him and moved more between his legs.
Bright light streamed through the window, and I didn’t care. Usually, I preferred having sex in the dark. I was self-conscious about my body; especially after that incident with Chase, darkness had become a security for me. Leo had kind of helped me overcome that fear. We made love at night, in the morning, in the afternoon—it didn’t matter.
He was still a little stretched from the night before, and after some prep, I put on a condom and lubed up before pushing into him.
Leo’s mouth popped open, and he peered up at me through his long, dark lashes. His bedroom brown eyes stared right into mine, and with each thrust I gave him, I felt myself fall a bit more in love with him. I hadn’t said aloud that I loved him, partly because I was afraid of how he’d react.
It was too soon, but my heart didn’t think so.
“Harder.” He dug his nails into my shoulders and leaned up to nip at my throat, his breaths coming out as small moans.
I did as he said and grunted when his teeth clamped down on my neck.And he calls Angel the vampire.
Minutes passed, but time always slowed down when I was with him—inside him. I pumped into his heat and kissed his soft skin, loving how his strong arms held me so close. Loving his whimpers and string of profanities as he inched closer to his release. My lungs burned with my panting breaths, and I angled my hips differently, hitting his sweet spot.
“Fuck, Saint. Don’t stop.” Leo flung his head back on the pillow, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. “Give me all you got, baby.”
Once his body tensed and he cried out, I let myself go, too. My shaft throbbed before ecstasy took hold of me, and I buried my face into his neck as I spilled into him. I couldn’t move afterward. That’d been intense and all my energy was spent.
Leo wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my shoulder. The way he held me made my stomach flutter; it was tender, just like his lips as they lingered on my skin.
“I think I love you, Frosty.”
His words hit me in the chest, and at first, I was speechless, not sure if I heard him correctly. I’d been agonizing over when to tell him—ifI should even tell him—and then the asshole said it first.
