Leo doesn’t think much of it at first.
In their line of work, bruises are normal. Someone elbows him here, he hits himself there. By the end of the day, he’s blue all over.
So Leo doesn’t make the connection. He’s used to seeing bruises on himself. He’s used to seeing bruises on Geri too.
Not this kind of bruises though.
It isn’t until he leans in to kiss the side of Geri’s neck that he realizes his lips are about to align perfectly with the bruised skin.
“Is that a hickey?”
Geri doesn’t try to deny it.