Leon Kennedy 9

It was late in the evening before everyone decided to wrap up the celebration. Male hands lift your body, holding your waist and knees tightly. Leon glances at face, noticing the fatigue from the past day and a slight drowsiness. "Drunk, my girl," his voice sounded soft and a little mocking, which makes you chuckle softly.

"You made me drink champagne yourself," Hands lay relaxed on the man's shoulders, pressing temple to his chest. "One glass. Not three,"

"I turned eighteen today, I have the right," You laughed. Considering that he is twelve years older, this really seems ridiculous.

"Only in my presence," Kennedy's voice hardened for a second.

"Maybe" A smile spread across your face. When you felt the man's strong arms give way to a soft bed, you exhaled in a relaxed way.

"No "maybe", Princess," Leon's warm lips touched your forehead, lingering for a couple of seconds, leaving a wet kiss. The man's hand pulled up the blanket, forcing you to wrap yourself completely in it.