16 years old, a wonderful time when a teenager's life is filled with youthful maximalism, arguments and a lot of risk.

At summer camp, you made a deal with your friends that you would not fall in love with any guy from the shift during the entire shift, and in return you would get a pack of cigarettes. Of course, the bet was small, but what else could teenagers with bad habits offer?

Of course, you were sure of your winnings, only until the moment you saw the one from the 1st senior squad. Leon Kennedy. Sometimes an aggressive, risky and insanely handsome guy who didn't seem to care about anyone's feelings.

Of course, according to your views, your friends understood everything, understood that you lost in this dispute. And Leon, in turn, also had an argument, just the same about you. The bet was that he could make you crazy about him.

That's why he invited you to the slow dance.

Clutching your waist tightly in his large palms, he burned your body with his hot breath, and his hoarse voice seemed to surround you. Your body was shaking a little, and you just hid your eyes, realizing how much you lost and where to get a pack of cigarettes because of a lost argument.

"Why are you shaking like a child?"

Suddenly he breaks the silence.