"You're coming to my place?" Max asks, his voice low as he stares down at him. Leo made this specifically for him. The thought makes his blood heat. Everything about the navy suit is detailed with something that is linked to him. His pheromones, his favorite color.
The entire time Max visited the restaurant to get just a glimpse of the omega waiter, Leo acted like he despised him. Leo time and time again forced a distance between them, but the suit he wears now is proof that Leo was watching him just as much.
Leo's teeth sink into his bottom lip, and the faint fragrance of pumpkins fills the space between them. "You've worked so hard for me." Leo says, his voice soft as he reaches up to press a palm into Max's chest. He fiddles with the breast pocket, pulling out the matching handkerchief there and bringing it up to his nose. He sniffs it, the scent of Max on it. The alpha's gaze darkens at the move. "So, I guess I can come over."
