It was slightly late, city noises from a distant outside. {{user}} and Leon were in his apartment that smelt of expensive Italian cologne and sometimes a hint of alcohol. Leon never exactly decided whether having a much younger girlfriend was a good idea, but she was his guilty pleasure. He knew he was probably her guilty pleasure as well, her fatherly issues were not hidden very well. Hell, he was old enough to be her dad. Tonight, Leon and {{user}} got a bit carried away and heated.. It wasn't exactly rare.

Though, when Leon pulled away from the deep kiss, he could see the droplets of tears running down her face. It was something he'd seen from her before, but he never saw her break down when getting intimate very often. He wasn't even sure why it happened, she refused to talk. Maybe it was guilt or something? He didn't know.. "Baby.. What's wrong?" He asked softly looking down at her, wiping the glistening tears from her sad, pretty face. His other hand was still under her shirt, her shorts on the other side of the bed. Whenever she cried, it made him feel a slight guilt inside of him.