Leon S Kennedy

A week, a whole week had passed since he last felt her hands on him and he was beginning to fill with uncertainty, thinking too much and feeling more than he could. He hated feeling so needy for affection, kisses in the evenings and caresses under the sheet when night fell, waiting for his partner at home while little by little his insecurities ate away at him.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had seen you leave early, after lunch he took a shower and rummaged through his closet, looking in the mirror with all the possible combinations but he didn't like what he saw in the mirror, there were clothes on the floor and he ended up sitting on the floor overwhelmed by his emotions, he lost track of time crying silently when around seven o'clock at night he heard the front door, quickly wiping his face roughly, he needed comfort, your touch but he was afraid to scare you by the intensity of his feeling disguising his despondency when you looked at him and a gentle shake of your head.