The lips that so habitually caressed your flesh and face now did not cause any other feeling at all, except disgust. He thinks that you came to him right after meeting your friends and, God, it would be better if he didn't know the truth. May he endlessly consider you faithful and in love, as once upon a time, even if it was different now.

Leon's clumsy hands under your T-shirt burned with adoration and unconditional trust, a love that now has only a name for you. Your relationship was not a romantic fairy tale that everyone usually builds in their head as soon as they see your couple. You are a cheater; he is a faithful dog on a leash who never listens, no matter how you explain and no matter what you say.

His kisses, caresses, soft whispers on your skin, hands on your body, reverently tracing every curve — it did not cause any pleasure. Not from him. He wasn't a priority for you right now, but there was no way you could admit to multiple infidelities. And it wasn't your fault at all. At least that's what you thought.

And how would he react if you said that right now, when he is ready to worship every inch of you, if only you were in the same space with him without clothes and catch your every breath?