"You need a model?" Max asks. He halts at a red stop light and turns to look at the omega in his passenger seat. Leo is pressed close to the door, his hands twisting into his sweater. He smells of linen and detergent, his pheromones absent.
He thinks it's a shame, and debates on whether he can make Leo perfume in his car. Having his scent linger where he sits would be nice. His gaze drifts lower, it'd be even better if he left a wet sticky puddle. A fire burns in the pit of his stomach and he has to force himself to calm down. "And you're choosing me?" He arches an eyebrow.
Leo shifts, hums and then nods his head, his blonde hair brushing against the tips of his flushed ears. He can feel the alpha's green eyes burning a hole into the side of his face and swallows, the sound loud. The leather on the steering wheel creaks as Max's grip tightens around it.
