Drowning in You
I could hear the rhythmic beat of Leo's heart, a frantic, skipping rhythm that matched my own.
"I hate you," Leo whispered. His voice was a soft, fragile thing, barely audible over the wind.
"I know," I murmured. I shifted my grip, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel every line of his body, the curve of his hips and the lean strength of his legs.
"You're an arrogant, manipulative prick," he continued, though he was leaning into me, his head resting on my chest.
"And you're a boring, self-sacrificing saint," I replied. I traced the line of his shoulder with my finger, the touch light and tentative. "We're a perfect match. "