After Big sister and her companion left, Leo let out a sigh of relief and moved across the living room.
He approached the tall wardrobe in the corner and opened it. As he stared at rows of neatly hung designer clothes, he pondered what to wear. His fingers brushed against the sleeve of an ivory trench coat, then slid over the smooth fabric of a navy blazer. Leo tilted his head, lost in thought. The image flashed before him again. Those snow-white strands…
His saviour.
Leo's cheeks flushed a faint pink as he remembered that night. He had been completely exposed that day, vulnerable, unconscious, naked. And that young man had seen everything. He had dressed him clumsily, with not a trace of improper intent. But still…
Leo shut his eyes briefly, biting the inside of his cheek. He was grateful, of course, but it didn't stop the embarrassment from spreading across his face like he was on fire. It wasn't just about being seen naked. It was what it meant to him.
