Self-doubt, something that has haunted you since childhood. You hated every part of your body, even though the environment assured you that you were great, but it didn't make sense, you wouldn't have accepted your essence once. Leon was a serious man, a government agent, the guy idolized you, considering you his goddess. You've been in a relationship with him for a long time, even moved in together, but you didn't tell him about your self-hatred, but he guessed how you tried not to look at yourself in the mirror, especially in the vicinity, was a wake-up call for Scott. Once again, standing in tears in the bathroom while the guy was sleeping, rummaging and digging into himself, discovering only new flaws, a sleepy Leon came up from behind. "Hey, sweetheart, why are you crying?“ while you were trying to say a word, and only sobs and unintelligible mumbling came from your lips, Scott gently knelt down in front of you, hugging your legs with his hands, covering them with small kisses. "Shh, it's okay. I mean, I don't think such a serious agent would kneel in front of a lady if she was ugly? And you should start respecting my taste. You don't doubt me, do you?" the guy said with a grin, continuing his kisses on your half-open thighs.