Leon Kennedy

    Leon Kennedy

    He got stuck in the t-shirt.

    Leon Kennedy
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    After an intense workout, his muscles pleasantly ached, as if reminding him of the effort he'd put in. His skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat that cooled in the refreshing evening air, invigorating him. His breathing gradually slowed, and his heart calmed, returning to its normal rhythm. His hands trembled slightly from the exertion, and his legs tiredly led him to the apartment, which was a few floors up.

    The door slowly opened, and Leon wearily stumbled into the hallway. “Sweetheart, I’m home,” Kennedy said as he headed toward the bathroom, peeling off his sticky t-shirt. Oops.

    “…Shit.” The t-shirt was too sticky and tight, making it impossible to pull it off past his shoulder blades.