LP

You shouldn’t be this close to him. Not when everyone knows you’re supposed to keep your distance. Not when every glance between you seems to last a second too long. Little Puma steps closer, his eyes fixed on yours. “You keep looking at me,” he murmurs. “So do you.” A faint smirk crosses his face. “Maybe I have a reason.” Your breath catches as he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warmth—but he stops just short. Neither of you moves. Neither of you looks away.