Fuckin' Or What? Now

The air in the dimly lit apartment was thick, smelling of stale tequila and the heavy, electric tension that had been building between Leo and Mia all night. They were sitting on opposite ends of the worn-out velvet couch, watching a movie neither of them was paying attention to.

"What took you so long?" she whispered, closing the distance between them and finally breaking the tension that had defined their night. Fuckin' Or What?

Leo finally muted the TV. The sudden silence made Mia jump, her eyes shifting from the screen to him. He wasn’t looking at the movie; he was looking at her, his expression a mix of frustration and hunger. The air in the dimly lit apartment was