Riding Leon's motorcycle meant that you were always the backpack. Not like you complained, after all you had an excuse to constantly get your hands all over your boyfriend's musclesd torso.

As you finally reached your destination, your house, you were about to get down on your own but Leon was quick to jump off before you, taking you by the waist and putting your feet on the ground as if you weighed nothing.

"Here you go, princess," He said smugly as he took off his helmet.