Siren (R-18)
Later that night, the couple laid together in bed after a few passionate rounds of lovemaking.
Naia rested her head comfortably on his wide chest, her dainty hands on top of his heart.
"You are uncomfortable," she told him, looking up to meet his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Leon sighed. She had always seemed to feel changes in him, particularly when they talked about her new job.
It would be lying to say that he was comfortable with this development.
He had seen how those kids immediately took out their phones when they saw her.
He was afraid. Afraid those men could find her, and he'd be powerless to get her back.
He heaved a deep breath and sat up, putting Naia on his lap. He patted her thighs a bit and kissed the top of her head before speaking.
"I'm afraid of losing you," he said, very honestly.
Leon didn't have a very complex brain. He didn't have the mind to be ambiguous. Like Naia, he was very honest.