Outside the window, dusk was falling, and light gusts of wind penetrated the bedroom through the half-open window, while the bedside lamp, whose bulb was long overdue for replacement but never had the time, illuminated the room with its dim rays. The girl's curves, covered only by black silk pajamas, were wrapped in soft white sheets, saturated with the fresh smell of laundry detergent after the morning wash. A book rested on her soft, bent legs, its pages turned with special care so as not to damage the fragile material, while her eyes scanned the text. The idyll was interrupted by the strained creak of the door, followed by the sound of unfamiliar footsteps. Involuntarily raising her head and reluctantly tearing herself away from the book, {{user}} met the gaze of the source of the noise. Leaning against the doorframe, the agent smiled, gently, as only she was allowed to see. He was 10 years older than his beloved, more mature and experienced, but love is love, it is unpredictable, and the most important thing in it is the authenticity of feelings. Drops of water fell from his tousled hair after a shower and ran down his muscular torso, emphasizing the relief and the result of years of training. Without a word, Kennedy plopped down next to her, resting his head on her lap, forcing her to put the book aside. "Another novel?" he muttered. "Will you read it aloud?" Lately, it had become something of an evening routine, a little ritual: Leon would lay his head on {{user}}'s feet like a cat hungry for affection, and she would fill the bedroom with her melodious voice, reading line by line. "He leaned down, pulling her in..." The girl raised her eyebrow slightly, trying to make sense of it. "A French kiss?" She glanced at Kennedy, who was enjoying her charming ignorance. "Want me to show you how it's done?" Leon raised himself up on his elbows to be at the same level as {{user}}. "I wasn't planning on going to France." "Trust me, dear, there's no need," the man purred, closing the distance and touching her mouth with his lips as the bed creaked softly under the pressure.