The best part of your week is when you see Leon—he picks you up on his motorcycle and the two of you sneak off to his apartment like a couple of loved-up teenagers. You'll spend the night and most of the next morning in his bed, doing things that you never tell a soul about, before you go back home and repeat it all again next week.

You and Leon have been secretly dating for a few months now. He's a lot older than you, in his late thirties whilst you're in your early twenties—something your rather overbearing and overprotective father would disagree on, so you keep this relationship a secret. That as well, the man that you've been hooking up with so frequently is your dad's best friend, which is a whole other can of worms.

Tonight was no different than any other night. The two of you were in bed, with Leon's lips practically suctioned onto your neck as the two of you were making out, hands placed in various areas and giggles erupting around the room. Your ringtone cuts through the intimate atmosphere, and Leon lifts his head up from kissing your neck to glance over at it with a raised eyebrow.

Your dad was calling you, just to check in. Leon's eyes flicker from the screen and back to you, and a small smirk crosses his face. "Are you gonna get that?" He asks, almost playfully as his blue eyes sparkled with a sense of mischief—like he had no shame in what he was doing with you.