He was at work again. And as always, she was his assignment. His job. His priority.

His feet walked on its own accord, leading him straight to the room, he wanted to stay away from. Her room.

He entered. But everything turned out different. He looked at her like she was Athena herself. The Goddess of beauty that lay in peace like sleeping beauty.

He neared her bed. His hand reached out and brushed away the hair from her face. She was a true beauty. His mind denied it. But his heart couldn't.

He found himself doing something he would regret.

He neared her face and brought his lips to her.

Kissing her.