A man's hands grasp your waist, sliding up your thighs and squeezing your supple skin confidently, possessively, and you don't mind.

Leon inhales the scent of your hair, bends down to your face and kisses your cheek. His breath tickles your ear, and you smile silly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

A couple more minutes and he's already pinning you against the wall in your hallway — you should be racked with guilt for cheating, but somehow you're not. Why should you? Your boyfriend wouldn't even say hello to you - he'd walk past you, come in practically at night, ask about the food, and silently retire to his office until the morning to go back to work. It's like this every day.

Leon is different. He's older, more confident, more experienced, more caring and just plain better. He knows exactly how to treat women - he knows exactly how to treat you, and you are drawn to him like a flower to the sun, because only he gives you as much light as you want and need.

Every new day with him is a revelation for you, because even sex with your boyfriend is silent and short, just for his release, so that he doesn't get angry and take it out on you.

Leon asks you how you prefer, what you want, and pays attention to you first, not himself. Unlike some people. And if Leon hadn't come into your life, you probably never would have known what it was like to be loved.

"I missed you," Kennedy whispers against your lips and you smile again, walking him into the living room where you've prepared a small romantic dinner, watching his reaction with interest.