Chapter 279
Pole was where he usually was... the beach bar, but his buoyant vibe wasn't with him.
He didn't know what to feel.
The guy he thought he felt something for was suddenly a suspected murderer and drug lord. He felt conflicted, unsure of what to believe.
If only he could speak to Leon. Maybe he could tell if he did it when he saw his face.
"Good evening,"
Pole suddenly straightened his back on his chair, his thoughts slamming shut as he heard Leon's voice behind him.
He slowly lifted his face as Leon walked over to his front, his eyes immediately drawn to those mesmerising green eyes he had missed so much.
"Hi," Pole cleared his throat, pointing at the chair across the table but Leon didn't sit there. He walked over and sat right beside Leon.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Leon said, leaning close to Pole.
Pole didn't smile, didn't joke, none of his usual fun-loving self was available.
"Given how fast you left without leaving a contact, I don't see much difference between you and a ghost," he stated, turning his face to look Leon right in the eyes.
Leon paused, he thought he'd be facing question after question about Vale's murder. Instead, Pole was only concerned by the manner he had left.
He gently pulled his chair closer to Pole's his hand slowly resting on Pole's knee.
"Is that really all you care about right now? How I left you without contact. Does that mean you didn't want me to leave? Does it mean you're not bothered about what Cody sent you?" Leon asked quietly, searching Pole's eyes.
Pole blinked, narrowing his eyes at Leon, "Why does it matter what I think about what Cody sent? Does my opinion matter that much?" He questioned calmly.
Leon didn't look away as he replied, "It matters, Pole. Actually," his voice dropped low, intimate, "it's the only one that matters." He whispered.
Pole blinked slowly, his face unreadable, "Why?" He asked simply.
"Because you're important to me, Pole. I like you." He confessed quietly, holding Pole's gaze.
Leon suddenly glanced down as Pole's hand covered his that was on Pole's knee, he thought Pole was about to take his hand away, but he saw Pole's fingers lacing over with his, the simple action making him melt into that touch.
Pole leaned in, his warm breath fanning Leon's lips, "I just wanted to make sure just wasn't weren't imagining things." He murmured, and then he... leaned back.
A sharp escaped Leon's lips, his chest was rising and falling as his pulse raced from Pole's teasing.
He glanced at Pole, his eyes darkened slightly, "I didn't know you knew how to tease," Leon murmured, his voice dropping an octave, rough with a sudden spike of desire. He leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to Pole's mouth. "I thought I had you figured out, Pole. I thought—"
Pole didn't let him finish.
He didn't just lean in this time; he surged forward, his hand snapping to the back of Leon's neck to anchor him. He captured Leon's lips in a searing, bruising kiss that swallowed the rest of the sentence whole.
It wasn't a tentative exploration. It was a claim.
Leon stiffened for a fraction of a second, purely out of shock, before a low groan vibrated in his chest. He melted into the contact, his fingers digging tightly into Pole's knee as his other hand rose to tangle desperately into Pole's hair. The frustration of the day, the accusations, the fear of losing this potential connection—it all poured into the friction of their lips.
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Pole tilted his head, deepening the angle, his tongue sweeping into Leon's mouth with a heat that rivalled the midday sun. He kissed him like he was trying to erase the memory of Leon walking away, trying to prove that no rumour or accusation could stand between this electric pull. It was messy, urgent, and tasted of salt and desperation.
When they finally broke apart, it was only for the necessity of air. Their foreheads rested against each other, heavy breaths mingling in the small space between them.
Leon's eyes were blown wide, the green iris darkened to a near-black, dazed and thoroughly unmoored.
"You..." Leon rasped, licking his swollen lips, looking at Pole as if seeing him for the first time. "You have terrible timing."
Pole let out a breathless, jagged laugh, his thumb sweeping over Leon's cheekbone, grounding him. "I thought it was perfect timing. You were talking too much."
"I was confessing," Leon countered, though there was no bite in his tone, only wonder.
"I heard you," Pole whispered, his expression sobering, though the heat remained in his eyes. "And for the record, I don't care what Cody sent. I don't care what Sebastian thinks."
He leaned back just an inch to look Leon squarely in the face.
"I looked at you, Leon. Right in your eyes," Pole said firmly. "I don't see a murderer. I see a guy who's in over his head, and..." He paused, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. "And a guy I really, really want to kiss again."
Leon let out a long exhale, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. It was the first time all day he felt the ground was solid beneath his feet. He wasn't just a suspect here; he was just a man who was wanted.
"Then stop talking," Leon challenged softly, a smirk finally breaking through his serious facade. "And do it again."
Pole didn't need to be told twice.
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"What? Why are you smiling?" Thomas asked his team brother as they sat at a table, waiting for the other guys to join them.
"That," Jeremiah pointed toward the bar with a creepy smile.
Thomas turned with a frown but his face immediately lifted in a smile as he saw Leon smiling like a love-sick puppy at Pole, who was busy speaking to the guy behind the bar.
"Aww, think they did already?" Thomas asked.
"No. You can see the fire in Leon's eyes, he's eager to taste something new, something yummy," Jeremiah muttered.
Thomas laughed, "Aww, man. I can feel it, everyone is going to get a happy ending-uh oh... except that person," he pointed tieard the resort where two guys were walking toward them, one looking excited, while the other looked like he would rather be home, sleeping than walking the beach at night.
"Nicholas and Zen?" Jeremiah murmured as he stared at the two people he never expected to see that night.
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