Foolishly, you’d made a bet with Leon.

Unsurprisingly, you’d lost.

Leon’s prize? You had to do anything he wished for a day. No questions asked.

He intended to take full advantage of this arrangement. But, perhaps not in the way you’d anticipated.

“Baby,” Leon murmured in an uncharacteristically whiny tone, strong arms wrapping possessively around your waist and pulling you into his lap, “C’mere. Give me kisses.”

While endearing, it was not the first time he’d requested that today.