Escaping from terror - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 7

I tilted my head to the side.

After all, it was probably the best opportunity I've ever had to spend time with him at the moment, so...

Maybe we would even get to watch movies together!

"Then, okay... But if we order food, it's my turn to pay!!" I replied as he nodded, a faint spark of light in the corner of his eye as he turned on the engine of the car.

"All good then." He concluded as I watched him, feeling my cheeks a bit warmer than usual.

Is there any chance that, tonight...?

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Later...

"Nooo!! Why is Jack dying like this!!" I almost yelled as Leon watched me complain, his arms crossed while he was sitting at the other end of the sofa.

For context, after dinner, we decided to watch a movie, and I chose Titanic because Camilla told me that absolutely had to watch it.

But to know that I would look at this in front of Leon, my eyes slightly watery as I sighed at the thought of witnessing such a romantic but tragic story...

I feel like I'm some kind of teenager, right now. 

Leon, on his side just watched my reactions all along, with a slight smile that could be seen from the other end of the room.

"I really was about to cry, gosh..." I ended up complaining as he leaned back on the sofa, closing his softly his eyes as I gave him a slight glance.

Is he tired...?

I slowly came closer to him, my eyes half open as I poked his shoulder with my right hand.

I don't really want to leave, but he really seems to need to rest.

"Should I get home?" I asked him as he yawned.

If I take the subway and the bus...

"It's too late to go out alone. I'm gonna drive you back." He said as he tried to stand up while I quickly grabbed his arm, losing my balance as I fell over him.

We both ended up on the couch, me straddling him, on the verge of grabbing him by the collar to try to summon some good sense into him while panic slowly made its way through my head. 

Oh god.

"Oh wow." He said as I tried to not pay attention to his remark, feeling I may die out of embarrassment as he was looking at me from head to toe.

"You're exhausted. I'll get home by myself" I said as he quickly grinned at me, his eyes trying to lock with mine as he quickly grabbed my right wrist.

"What about you? Aren't you too?" He simply questioned back as I pouted.

It's true that leaving now, with a suitcase when I'm half asleep...

But what else can I do? Sleep on the floor?

Then, I remembered what I initially thought before coming here.

Oh my god, it is such a strange context.

Why do I, as I may die of embarrassment, feel the urge to kiss him??

I looked weirdly at Leon, slowly biting my lip as I could hear my heart starting to race.

Something's definitely wrong with me...!

"You okay?" Leon ended up asking as I quickly felt like I had been stroked by thunder, my cheeks turning entirely red as I stood back up, running to the other end of the room.

I was about to kiss him, I was about to kiss him!!

Okay, Lucia, stay calm.

As I was looking for a hiding spot, I saw the door to his room.

Without waiting for another second I locked myself inside, sitting in front of the door while I could hear a tiny sigh on the other side. Calmly putting my hand on my chest, I tried to calm my breathing as I felt a strange sensation at the bottom of my stomach.

Why do I feel like I'm being stabbed from the inside?

The worst is that I feel like I should've just like...

What would have happened if I kissed him?

As I felt my nerves calm down a bit, I raised my head, scanning the room lightly as I tried to shake away these thoughts.

A dresser next to a window with a pile of clean linen folded on it, a laundry basket in the corner half-filled, and a large bed that was half made, a piece of the blanket unfolded on the left, probably on the side where Leon slept. Near there was a bedside table with an electronic alarm clock on it and a mirror hanging near the door.

It's simple but represents him well.

Also, shouldn't there be pictures of him or even his family? I see nothing here...

I shook my head as I tried to not cringe too much over myself.

Oh my god, why am I even looking at this like it is some work of art; this is just a regular bedroom. 

What raised my eyebrows was the apparent box of medicine on his bedside table.

Huh?

As I got up to take a look, I heard Leon knock on the door, which put me in panic mode once again, I quickly walked near the window, thinking I wasn't making noise as I literally smashed the floor with my feet.

"Lucia, can I come in?" I heard from the other side of the door as I had a moment of realization.

What the fuck am I going to tell him?

Shouldn't it be the time when I should run away to avoid embarrassment?

I could hear another sigh at the other end of the door.

Is sighing his thing, or...

"I'm coming in."

Oh, wait.