~Becklan's POV~
"No! Stop! Okay, it's you!" I screamed through my laughter, trying to shield myself from his fingers. "You're the sweetest, Leon! Stop!"
Leon smiled, his eyes sparkling with a warmth I hadn't seen earlier this morning. He finally stopped tickling me, though he kept me pinned beneath him, his weight a comforting pressure against the mattress.
"That's more like it," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw as our breathing began to slow. "I spent half my afternoon answering your texts instead of looking at quarterly projections. My assistant thought I was having a crisis because I kept smiling at my phone."
I giggled, reaching up to ruffle his hair, feeling the softness of the strands between my fingers. "Well, it worked. You're home early."
"I am," he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he pulled me even closer. "Mainly because someone is completely obsessed with me and kept begging me to come home early just to cuddle him."
