"I don't mind." Leon set the glass down. "Do you?"

It might seem a little sissy to say she minded now, given that they had just shared a kiss. So she shifted the topic. "Go check on Ian."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid we might wake him up."

"Well, we've already had our fun," Leon said with a laugh. “Isn't it a little too late to be concerned about waking him up? And—"

After pausing for a few moments, he looked at his shoulder, which was covered in scratches and bite marks from her attempts to suppress her groans.

To conceal her embarrassment, Remi coughed. "Anyway, you ought to return. You can't...