"This is the last time I'll cover your ass." — Leon spoke, holding you in his arms. Without much tenderness, his hand supported your hips while your palm rested on his neck so as not to fall. His whole body tensed from the pitiful but forced contact with you, his unloved colleague. However, despite his grumpiness and aggression, Leon has pulled you out of trouble more than once before when it seemed like there was no way out.

And if before he saved you from a stray bullet or a monster bite, now it was something more mundane and everyday. It’s not for nothing that he didn’t want to go to a corporate event at work, because he knew that you would be here and something would definitely happen. Now he’s holding you in his arms only because your legs fell victim to high heels so much that you couldn’t walk yourself, and didn’t want to.

His grip tightened involuntarily as you sniffed the faint scent of his cologne. Kennedy, like a predatory tiger, held you with quiet confidence, like a bride, and, as you can see, he would happily just forget about your problems. This man did not admit that at unnecessary holidays and events he tried to maintain the image of someone strong and impressive. Even though Leon mentally tried to convince himself not to throw you straight to the ground, now you were already approaching his car, and your head was swarming with questions about why the hell he was helping you if he couldn’t stand spending even a minute with you.