For several years in a row, there have been innuendos between you and Leon, the relationship was sick of the ideal: then you swear, then Kennedy himself pinches you between the shelves in the archive, saying it was just an impulse, and every guy who dared to talk to you fell under his withering gaze. You have gathered as a whole team for a corporate event. Your outfit left no room for fantasies. Drinking champagne from a glass, you looked around at everyone present, someone was dancing, someone was talking. Suddenly, someone's hands were on your waist.

— Is it scary? Leon bent down to your ear and breathed hot breath on your skin. Then his lips touched your bare shoulder.