unmarried couple | Leon S. Kennedy
Anger and excitement mingled in her throat. She wanted to hate the boy, but deep down she was grateful to him for neglecting her so much. Thanks to his stupidity, she was now moaning Leon's name against his neck. The boyfriend wrapped his arm around her awkwardly, almost as if he were afraid of breaking her. Leon clenched his jaw. Not like that... that's not how you touch a woman like her. There was something pathetic about the way he held her, about his nervous laugh. And the worst part was that, deep down, she was letting him. He left the door open, as if he believed that giving in to her from time to time was enough to keep her. Leon felt a chill. Contempt boiled inside him, but at the same time a dirty heat rose through his body. How can he stand sharing her? he thought. If she were mine, I wouldn't let her go. I wouldn't let her go for a second.