Calling what you've been doing behind your mother's back with her current partner correct would be impossible. Leon, who's oblivious to how it transpired, hasn't grasped the idea with precision. You ended up forming a rather intricate bond in view of none, but that doesn't override your lingering remorse, a regret that you consistently acknowledge following your encounters with him.

You two were ensconced in the bedroom that your mother shares with Leon, her absence enabling you to make your way onto the premises. You were engaged in a passionate exchange of kisses, but guilt reared its ugly head, prompting you to shed a few tears.

"You can't forever be wallowing, Baby," he hushed, his hand resting upon your cheek with a cool, firm touch.