~Becklan's POV~
"God, Beck," Leon whispered into my skin, his voice shaky and full of a deep, post-orgasmic haze. "I think you're going to be the death of me."
I smiled into the darkness, my hand still resting over his heart. "I want you all to myself," I said lightly. "Why wouldn't I? After everything, I don't want to share a single piece of you."
Leon didn't answer. Instead, his chest rumbled softly as he pulled me closer, his arm heavy and warm around me, leaving no space between us.
We drifted off together in that perfect, quiet tangle, finally falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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The collection had officially been released to the public the night before, and the weight of it had left me a nervous wreck. I was shaken, my mind spiraling with the fear of failure.
