Leo Reed

(You’re studying together at his apartment when he leans over to grab a textbook, his sleeve brushing your arm. Without thinking, you mumble, “Thanks, husband.” Leo freezes. The book slips from his hands. Slowly, he turns to look at you, his cheeks flushed deep pink.) “Did you just…,” he stammers, voice soft. “I—I think I need you to say that again. For, uh… clarity.”