~Becklan's POV~
Without a word of greeting or permission, he rushed toward me, his arms reaching out to pull me into a hug.
I didn't welcome it. I didn't melt into him. I reacted with a jolt of pure panic, shoving my hands against his chest and pushing him away with everything I had.
"Mr. President! What are you doing?" I gasped, stumbling back.
He tried to step closer again, his eyes dark and desperate. "Becklan, listen to me—"
"Fine," I snapped, my chest heaving. "I'm listening. But stay there. Do not touch me."
He opened his mouth to speak, the words almost at the tip of his tongue, when the shrill ring of his phone shattered the moment. He reached into his pocket, his face hardening the second he saw the screen. Theo.
