Bailey - June 28th
Sneaking around is harder than I thought it would be.
It would be easy if we were only avoiding Jasper, but we’re avoiding Damon, Mom, and Dad too.
Leon is fine with everyone knowing. He said so in that easy, no-nonsense way of his.
It’s me that’s holding back. I don’t even really know why.
The guys might be pissed for a while… might try and kick Leon’s ass, but what can they do to stop us?
We’re both adults. I don’t know… Everyone’s happy right now. I don’t want to mess up the peace.
But God, the sneaking around is kind of thrilling too?
Like yesterday, I was downstairs helping Mom with laundry and Leon came up behind me in the laundry room.
Just pressed himself against my back and kissed my neck while I was pouring detergent in the slot.
I almost dropped the full bottle. “Someone could see,” I whispered.
The laundry room is right next to the bro-tel, but honestly I didn’t want him to stop.
Not that he did. He just hummed against my skin and said, “Let them.”
And being at dinner together… it’s so hard to act like a normal person!
Last night, Dad was asking Leon about his programming project and I’m sitting there trying not to stare at his mouth, that lip ring.
At his hands as he gripped his glass of iced tea.
Remembering how they felt tangled in my hair.
Jasper kept looking between us like he knew something was up, which made me panic and start babbling about work until Mom told me to slow down and actually chew my chicken.
Then there was this morning. I got up early to make pancakes for everyone (okay, fine, I was hoping Leon would come up and we’d have a repeat of the banana bread date).
He didn’t disappoint. I heard his footsteps behind me at six, while I was whisking batter.
We had maybe ten minutes alone before Damon came up for his run.
But it was such an amazing ten minutes.
Ten minutes of Leon pressing me against the counter, whispering things in my ear that made it hard for me to breathe normally. Ten minutes of him kissing up my neck, along my jaw line, until he finally claimed my lips.
When we heard Damon walking in, Leon stepped back so fast and started pouring coffee like nothing happened. I probably looked guilty as hell, but Damon just grunted a good morning and grabbed his water bottle.
I keep catching myself smiling at random times. Mom asked me yesterday if I was feeling okay because I was “glowing.” GLOWING. I wanted to die. But also... maybe I am glowing? Is that what being happy feels like? I’ve been missing out.
I know we can’t keep this up much longer. Someone’s going to figure it out. Part of me wants them to, just so we can stop pretending. So we can touch and kiss and talk the way we want to all the time.
But the other part of me loves having him all to myself, even if it’s just quick moments in empty hallways and text messages late at night.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell him I’m ready. Or maybe I’ll just see how long we can keep getting away with it. This bubble is too amazing to pop.