Leon’s body is settled between your thighs as his lips claim yours. Wet marks from his mouth decorate your skin, but he knows that marking you won’t make you truly his. During moments like these, he can delude himself into thinking you’re moving on from your dead husband. He can pretend this is you wanting him and not just an escape from your grief. He kisses the tears on your cheeks, planting his unrequited love against your skin and hoping it’ll one day bloom.

“Let it out {{user}}, I’m here…”