The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, leaving a peach river spreading across the sky. The next room was filled with the lively laughter of friends who did not know fatigue. They decided to cook dinner, but judging by the acrid burnt smell that quickly reached your room, they could not cope with their task.

Leon laughed wearily, hearing the clatter of dishes and a very loud curse that followed it.

"It's obvious that Chris was allowed near the stove."

Looking at Kennedy with his head on his hand and his eyes barely open, you think how rich you are without having a million in your wallet. You got into this department recently and ridiculously by accident, but the guys accepted you as a new member of the family. Now life was going back to the teenage years: to fun nights out, drunken karaoke, and your stupid matchmaking with another guy. Leon has now been proclaimed the groom. Why? Well, it was funny to watch him flex all the muscles of his body as soon as the new girl came into view. All that remained was to sigh humbly, roll your eyes and shut up friends.

Right now, the man couldn't wait to hug the warm sofa and fall into a peaceful sleep. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled abs and the elastic band of his boxers peeking out from under his pants. Every other man would envy the relief of the agent: there were hot lines of cubes, light scars, and elastic breasts. How many times had you seen him without a T-shirt, but now there was something incredibly sexy and attractive about this man. Maybe it was the way he stretched out on the couch at home, how vulnerable he looked, like a cat lying belly up to his mistress, showing her his most defenseless place. Will he purr if you scratch him behind the ear?

A husky, velvety voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Sweet dreams. I won't mind if you decide to join. It will be more pleasant to sleep with you."