~Becklan's POV~
Leon turned to me, his voice low and steady. "Is there anything you want to eat? To celebrate?"
Excitement made me forget the space we'd carefully kept between us. I turned to him, unable to hide the hope in my eyes. "Are you rushing back?" I asked. "I was thinking… maybe you could stay with me a bit longer."
Leon leaned back against the leather seat, silent for a moment, as if measuring what it would mean to stay. At last, he gave a small nod. "I can stay a little longer," he said, the frost in his voice finally beginning to thaw.
A surge of warmth blossomed in my chest. "Good," I said, a bold little smile curving my lips. "Then you won't mind grabbing a bottle of wine. I want to celebrate properly."
