Drowning in You
"Get. Out. Of. Them."
Leo hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. He was still the same shy boy who had kissed me in the grass six years ago, even if he had grown a backbone. He slowly peeled off the soaked sweater, his movements stiff and mechanical. He stood there in a thin, white undershirt that clung to his lean frame, his skin pale and glistening with cold.
I stripped off my own gear, tossing my damp shirt aside.
I didn't care about the cold. I only cared about the way Leo was looking{ at me, his eyes scanning the muscles of my chest and the tattoo on my ribs . I could see the heat rising in his cheeks, a faint pink that had nothing to do with the wind.