Valerie's POV
"Are you okay?"
The question slipped out of my lips just like that, soft, almost like a whisper meant only for him.
Leo immediately looked away.
His hand was still holding the whisky glass, but his shoulders tensed slightly.
"I'm fine," he answered shortly. "I just need a drink."
His tone was flat. I knew it was a lie.
I didn't say anything.
Instead of arguing, I stepped closer.
The distance between us, already narrow, now practically disappeared.
Leo looked slightly surprised. His eyes flicked toward me for a moment, then back to the glass in his hand, as if that was something far more important to focus on.
I slowly raised my right hand.
Without saying a word, I reached for the glass in his hand.
Leo reflexively resisted for a second.
"Hm—" his breath hitched.
But I still took it.
I placed the glass on the table beside us.
The sound of glass touching wood was soft.
Leo looked at me now.
"What are you doing?" he asked, a little nervous.
