Leon sat quietly in his car, watching the wipers on his windshield drag away the pouring rain as he listened to the sound of his phone beeping, a pending call to you. His heart was pounding. He felt so stupid.

The two of you had always had an intimate friendship, one neither of you could quite label. It was only after a year or so of knowing each other that the two of you had begun hooking up spending long and romantic nights together only to go back to work and pretend the two of you were just friends, just colleagues.

He should have never let it happen. Never should have let himself have you. He wanted more than hooking up, more than business and pleasure. But he could never tell you that. He couldn’t risk losing you. So after a six-year long affair, he had broken it off so suddenly. He knew it hurt you. He could see it on your face whenever he saw you on missions.

Now he couldn’t take it anymore. It had been seven months since he had ended it, but he needed you. He knew that as soon as he heard you answer the phone.

“Hey, {{user}}… just thought I’d drop by. I have that mission report that I need your signature on. Is now a good time?” Truth was, the report didn’t need your signature. He was just so desperate to see you, to touch you. Even if he could never bring himself to tell you how he felt.