~Becklan's POV~
Leon paused and looked at me, his expression softer than I'd ever seen. "You don't have to pay me, Becklan," he said quietly. "You just have to love me."
I froze. Love you… Love me. I was still processing the words when his phone started ringing again in my hand, and I quickly let him know.
"Who is it?" he asked.
I lifted the phone and turned the screen toward him, showing him the name. He didn't make a move to take it.
"Put the phone down," he said, his voice slipping back into the calm authority of a man used to being obeyed, without the cold edge. "Go shower and get dressed. I'll drop you off at work today."
I looked at him, completely stunned. "You're... you're dropping me off?"
"Go," he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Unless you want to run out of time for breakfast."
