Oh, Leo seems mad. He doesn't say a word while paying for the drinks. He just grabs my hand and pulls me out in the rain.
I remember to get our umbrella while walking out, so we don't need to be soaked by this dark water.
He glares at me for the whole time, without a word. I bite my lips, wondering whether, maybe, I overdid it.
He might be angry, but in a way that won't lead us to roll in bed or do naughty things in the shower.
It's been two days now. Yesterday, we just slept in the same bed without touching each other. Just slept together.
Now, it's the right moment for our second time, isn't it?
We've waited for long enough, right? Or does Leo need more time?
When the door is closed, I turn to him to check his mood. If he's angry angry, I'll go to my room and come out at dinner time with some great recipe to make him forget my naughty idea.
«What were you thinking?» he asks me, in fact.
Do we have apples, by any chance?
