When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Leo’s phone buzzed in his pocket.
“How long?”
And right now, trapped in a cool, dark cellar with no witnesses and no escape, Jamie wasn’t hiding that look at all. pwp prompts
“We’re fake dating for a wedding, but we just got locked in the venue’s wine cellar. You’re wearing a suit that fits you too well, and the only way to pass the time until someone finds us is to stop pretending.” The lock clicked shut with a finality that echoed off the stone walls. When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together,
“Obviously.”
Leo grabbed his wrist. Not to push him away. To hold him there. When they finally broke apart