If Leon thought the making out was over, he was sorely mistaking.
Alex rolled his eyes and released Leon's hand to start removing his own clothes. Not all of them. Alex would need the barrier between himself and Leon. "Don't be stupid," he told the detective. Shorts and t-shirt would remain on, clothes strewn across the floor carelessly.
"Fuck, it's freezing," he stated as the cold air hit his skin. "Hurry up." Already, Alex was folding back the bed covers so he could slide under them, preferably with Leon's warmth beside him.