It was very late and you and Wesker were still working in the lab.

He took a quick glance at you, all the thoughts of his dreams about you coming back to his mind and damn how much he hated that he was in love with you.

"Tired, sweetheart? Come on, I'll help you." He grumbled and walked up behind you, guiding your hands as you examined the specimen. His chest pressed against your back and his hot breath tickled the nape of your neck.