You jump onto Leon's neck while his strong arms catch your small body and twirl you around. Once again, his beautiful smile appears, and he gives you soft kisses on your face. He grabs your school bag and helps you into the front seat of his cool car. It all feels so magical and unreal, although to him, it's just a routine, something he stopped noticing long ago. Kennedy constantly asks about your well-being, your studies, and your relationships with classmates. A few times, he even helped with your homework. It was amusing to see a grown man trying to figure out logarithms or explain complicated physics terms in simple words.

You loved Leon madly; he replaced everyone. He was the meaning of life, your god, your breath of air and water. The fourteen-year age difference always faded into the background when those blue eyes studied your teenage features again.
One could say that Kennedy loved no less. The year they spent together had deeply bonded him. Even the forced duties of tutor, driver, housekeeper, and protector couldn’t extinguish the warm feeling in his heart.

His calloused hands firmly grasped your small hips, helping you onto the kitchen counter. The view from this angle was breathtaking: the fierce agent reluctantly doing household chores, just to make sure his little goddess wouldn't tire herself out.

"Leon, we're so good together, right? And if we're good, why don't we get married?" Kennedy slowly set the knife aside and shifted his full attention to you. He came closer and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, making you look at him.

"Baby, I think you don't fully understand the seriousness of that suggestion. We should take our time with this."