Leon was a little over two decades older than you. Even he thought it was odd, doing his best to ignore the way he felt. His feelings for you went against his morals, while you sat in front of him trying to convince him.

You were eighteen and Leon still felt self conscious by the gap. Always believing you would be better with someone your age. He knew you were innocent and it didn’t help the way he felt, knowing he was attracted to it “This is…Wrong. We can’t. I’d feel like a creep”