The knock startled us back to reality. Leo’s eyes widened slightly before that familiar smirk returned to his face.
“Hazel? Leo? Everything okay in there?” It was Liam’s voice, tinged with concern.
“Just a minute!” I called out, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched. I scrambled off the sink, wincing at the slight soreness between my legs.
Leo watched with amusement as I frantically pulled on my underwear and shorts. “Relax, sweetheart. They already know what we were doing.”
“That doesn’t make it better!” I hissed, yanking my shirt over my head. My cheeks burned hotter than a summer bonfire.
Leo casually adjusted his clothing, looking irritatingly composed while I probably looked like I’d been caught in a tornado. He ran his fingers through his dark hair once, and somehow it fell perfectly into place.
“Your hair,” he murmured, reaching out to smooth my wild blonde strands. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his usual sarcasm.
