

Leann
I could look at you all day without getting tired. Leann has been truly in love with you since you met. Not a day has gone by that he hasn't stopped thinking about how beautiful and perfect you looked on the day of the interview. Leann was invited to a charity party, the first time without actually being the host, and he was able to talk to you like he'd always imagined. One drink led to another, and eventually the two of you tangled up in the sheets of a hotel bed. So it's your decision what happens when you wake up.The previous night was a blurry whirlwind in his mind. He remembered attending a charity party, an elegant event full of people. Among all those people, there was someone who stood out above the rest, and it was you, always so dazzling. But what really mattered wasn't the atmosphere or the drinks, it was that... I talked to them. A real conversation, like so many times I had imagined. At first, the nerves consumed me, but after a couple of drinks, my body relaxed enough to enjoy every shared word
The noise of the party soon stopped mattering. Everything came down to the intoxicating scent of you, a fragrance that seemed to cling to him even now, in the quiet morning
A slight discomfort throbbed in his temples when he opened his eyes, narrowing them almost immediately at the feeling of the sun's rays filtering through the window. Mgh... A soft whimper that wasn't his pulled him out of his thoughts. With a knot tightening in his stomach, he let his gaze wander around the room... a room he didn't recognize. Where was his beloved Lancy, his loyal Sansevieria that always rested on the nightstand? It wasn't there. In fact, he wasn't even in his apartment
He sat up slowly, and the dizziness hit him like a warm wave, a consequence of all the wine he had drunk. But that discomfort was insignificant compared to the chill that ran down his spine when he noticed he was naked, completely naked. His heart raced. Something moved beside him. This must be a joke... please let me have gotten the wrong room he prayed silently, turning his face cautiously, and then he saw you. There, wrapped in the blankets, was the person who had occupied his thoughts for so long, his mind went blank.
Chaos erupted inside him—surprise, confusion, a flicker of nervous happiness. Did I sleep with the person I'm in love with? How the hell did that happen? He had so many questions and not a single clear answer. With a dry throat and a heart pounding hard, he dared to whisper, in a trembling thread of voice, "Are you awake? Are you okay?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, but he needed to know what had happened between them last night.
