Savior

25| Ace

Chapter 25: Ace (Claire's POV)

I got downstairs after getting dressed when I stepped out of the shower and saw Leo sitting there on the floor playing with the puppies. He had no idea that I showered in his bathroom and used his stuff. And I had no idea why I did that. I guess I wanted to smell like him. 

I sat down beside him, my damp hair dripping water at the ends. "Hi," I grinned. 

"Hey," he said absentmindedly, focused on the puppies. I smiled, playing with Ace while he played with Max. "Why didn't you tell me you were taking a shower in my bathroom?" 

I turned to him, a grin on my face. "Why? Did you come check?" I arched an eyebrow at him. 

"Claire," he chuckled, "I can smell you." 

"And what do I smell like?" I asked. 

He turned to me, "You smell like me." 

"So? I-" 

He kissed me fairly quickly. I pulled away and looked at him, a smile pulling at my lips. "I like it," he mumbled before pecking my lips. 

I chuckled before standing up and grabbing the dog food. "Where's the cup?" I asked, turning to him. 

"What cup?" 

"The cup to take out the food," I laughed. 

"It should be in there," he said, still playing with them. I saw Ace running over to me but Leo grabbed him. "Come here, you nasty," he mumbled before pulling him up, placing kisses on him. He let him go a minute later and held onto Max. I found the cup and took out their food, mixing it with gravy food which is just nasty to look at, and then set the bowls down. 

I washed my hands before going back over to him. He held his arms out, leaning his head back on the couch before pulling me down in his lap. "What are you doing?" I giggled, tucking my hair behind my ear while turning to look at him. 

"I'm hungry," he mumbled. 

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked while turning to hug him. 

"Hmm," he thought, "Spaghetti," he mumbled. 

"I can make that," I chuckled. 

He placed a few kisses on my cheek lazily before I stood up. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked. 

"Wearing what?" I asked, looking down at my clothes. My sweatpants were all in the hamper, waiting to be washed and I just shaved my legs so, of course, I wanted to wear shorts and climb into comfy sheets. 

"That," he snapped the hem of my shorts. 

"Because I wanted to," I said while turning around and going into the kitchen. I set the water to boil while looking for spaghetti. 

"You don't sleep in that though." He wasn't wrong, I don't normally wear clothes like this to sleep. I had pajama shorts on with a loose tank top and a black cardigan. 

"I do sometimes," I shrugged while reaching out for the spaghetti. I closed the pantry and turned around to see him right there. "What?" I laughed. 

"Are you really gonna sleep in that?" 

I looked down at my clothes for like the third time. "Yeah, why? Do you want me to change?" I frowned. 

"No," he shook his head, "You look cute." 

"I look cute?" I chuckled while opening the box. He nodded before kissing me, pulling away with a lazy smile moments later. "Where'd Flynn go?" I asked.