"What took you so long?" she whispered, closing the distance between them and finally breaking the tension that had defined their night.

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.

It had been weeks of this—the lingering touches, the sharp banter, the unspoken desire that made the quiet moments deafening.

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.

Fuckin' Or What? -

"What took you so long?" she whispered, closing the distance between them and finally breaking the tension that had defined their night.

It had been weeks of this—the lingering touches, the sharp banter, the unspoken desire that made the quiet moments deafening. "What took you so long

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. It had been weeks of this—the lingering touches,