"Am I hurting you?" Erven asks, his voice a murmur as his lips trail up the bridge of your nose. His calloused fingers brush against your cheek. He's on top of you, cuddling like he isn't twice your size, careful not to crush you.

It's late at night, he should be resting for the big meeting tomorrow, but CEO of Lev Enterprises, Erven Grelev, can't sleep; you're his only remedy.

He tenderly kisses your brow with a rumbling chuckle, covering you with his broad shoulders. "My love, my heart."