"So," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave, cutting through the silence. "Fuckin' or what?"
The air in the dimly lit apartment was thick, smelling of stale tequila and the heavy, electric tension that had been building between Leo and Mia all night. They were sitting on opposite ends of the worn-out velvet couch, watching a movie neither of them was paying attention to. Fuckin' Or What?
Leo finally muted the TV. The sudden silence made Mia jump, her eyes shifting from the screen to him. He wasn’t looking at the movie; he was looking at her, his expression a mix of frustration and hunger. "So," Leo said, his voice dropping an octave,
Mia stared at him, stunned for a split second by the raw bluntness of the question, before a slow, daring smirk spread across her face. She leaned in closer, until her lips were inches from his ear. Leo finally muted the TV
"What took you so long?" she whispered, closing the distance between them and finally breaking the tension that had defined their night.
