someone might argue that sleeping with someone you had no interest in dating, or at least that’s what you said to everyone you knew and their mothers, was rather contra-productive and self-sabotage. and to that leo would say right on!, but she would also keep playing it cool as if she heart didn’t beat 80 times faster every time sena as much as glanced her way. arguing wasn’t really a normal occurrence, not that they were really, it’s just that their schedules seemed to clash more than work their way more times than not.
“oh darling, i gladly would. but you have a meeting and i have a deadline. so whatever it is you will have to save it for tonight.” which was painful because that meant she wouldn’t have nap time with cuddles.