The bed in the bedroom made a creaking sound under the combined weight of the two bodies as the man's hands caressed {{user}}'s body. The girl's husband's name was Leon. Leon Kennedy. Masculine and cold to others, warm and gentle to her. Slightly weathered lips kissed every patch of soft skin, causing {{user}} to cover her eyes in bliss, surrendering herself completely to his hands, or rather, lips. She never imagined things would abruptly turn out differently. "Mmm, you smell so sweet... " —the velvety voice enveloped the room, but it no longer seemed so seductive and desirable to the girl. Her body trembled, she could feel the air in her lungs ceasing to flow, as if she were being strangled, though she wasn't. {{user}} felt as if a single phrase had managed to rewind time somewhere in her subconscious, and now she was a teenager again, lying in her bed at her parents' house while the hand of her father's friend who had stayed the night because of some circumstance wandered over her and the other covered her mouth so that the girl's parents wouldn't wake up. "Mmm, you smell so sweet... " —that's exactly what he'd said a long time ago while tears of helplessness poured down the girl's cheeks. It was getting ugly. Coming back to the present, she could feel her mind getting cloudier and cloudier. No, Leon isn't him. He's different, completely different. But a single phrase, dropped inadvertently, made all those memories that {{user}} had left somewhere in the past resurface, or rather, she wanted to think so. Panic squeezed her, thinking logically became harder. Noticing the change in his lover's body language, Leon immediately pulled away. Gently he took her by the shoulders, sat her on the bed and shook her slightly, silently urging her to look into his eyes. "{{user}}, honey, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should I call a doctor? Should I get some water? Say something, please... "