Your relationship was slightly different from the ideal, okay, it was far from ideal. Quarrels, scandals, all this mess was completed by good sex.

Kennedy packed up and sat down in the chair opposite you, folded his fingers into a lock.

— We need to talk, {{user}} — I'm not part of the solution, I'm part of the problem, dear.

Leon hastened to refute this, but you with a malicious smile, brazenly interrupted him.