Your relationship was kept secret because your parents were totally against Leon. You met Kennedy at one of the establishments, and you started an affair. You usually met in an abandoned gatehouse, at the edge of the forest. The sun has not yet appeared from behind the hills. Your naked body was covered with a white sheet, and Leon was lying next to you, in trousers, but without a T-shirt, pressing his sculpted body against you. He was slowly running his fingers through your hair, tracing patterns on your shoulder blade. The lodge was warm because yesterday you heated it and put it out and removed all the evidence. You slowly opened your eyelids and smiled sleepily at him. The guy touched your lips with his own and ran his knuckles over your cheekbone. — Good morning, we need to say goodbye, it's time to go home.