I Hate You, Leandro

Leandro lowered Larisa onto his bed, not minding that she was wet and drenched.

"I'm.... I am dripping wet" She mumbled as he covered her with the sheets.

"Oh, right" Leandro seemed to realise that.

"Just a minute"

Larisa was surprised to seem him rush into his closet. She could have sworn that Leandro would never be worried for her in this lifetime but if this was not worry, then what could it be called?

Leandro appeared only a few seconds later with a shirt of his.

"Are you okay enough to change your clothes?" He questioned and Larisa felt a warm feeling inside of her.

A buried part of her wished that she would fall into the pool daily to see him like this.

"I... I can"

"No, you can't" he shook his head and bit down on his lower lip.

He did not want to dress her in the shirt himself.

"Lay down there." He said to her and walked out of the room with the shirt in his hand.

Kimberly was still in the hallway.

"Here...." He handed the shirt over the her.

"Help Larisa change"

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