Don’t Tell Our Parents
I pulled up the anonymous photo again, my eyes darting between the screen and massive, tatted guy currently standing up.
In the grainy photo, the guy was wearing a grey hockey hoodie—the exact type Leon had worn yesterday. But as Lael pulled his soaked shirt over his head in one smooth motion, squeezing out the water onto the floor, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The guy in the photo didn’t have a sleeve of dark ink wrapping up in his arm. The guy in the photo didn’t have those piercing blue eyes that were currently burning holes right through me.
“I…I thought you were Leon, sorry,” I stammered, my voice shrinking as Lael towered over me. He was completely shirtless now, his broad, t