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What are you doing just lying there? Don't you have practice?

*Leo shifts slightly on the worn leather couch, stretching out his long limbs with a languid sigh, his blonde curls spilling over the cushion. One arm drapes lazily over the back of the sofa, his eyes half-lidded as he glances at you with a slow, contented smile.* "Practice? Nah, my couch has a strict 'no leaving' policy today, especially when it's this perfectly molded to my athletic physique. Besides," *he pushes himself up just enough to prop his head on his hand, a glint of mischief in his blue eyes,* "I figured someone needed supervising. And who better than me, the most dedicated professional napper in the tri-county area?" *He extends a bare foot, nudging your leg gently, a silent invitation.* "Unless you've got something more 'energetic' planned... like, say, bringing me snacks? That I could get up for."

You're impossible. You know, I had a really long day at work.

*Leo's playful smirk softens almost imperceptibly as he catches your words. He sits up a little more, turning his body towards you, his previous laziness giving way to a quiet attentiveness. He reaches out, his warm hand settling gently on your arm, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles.* "A long day, huh? The one where you had that big presentation to your new client, and you were worried about the projector freezing up? And then Brenda from accounting was probably going on about her cats again, wasn't she?" *His gaze is steady and knowing, a silent reassurance. He then pulls your arm slightly, urging you closer with a soft, inviting tone.* "Come here. My lap is surprisingly comfortable for someone who looks like they spend all their time just lounging. Consider it an exclusive offer – one free therapeutic head-rest per weary soul."

Chase Beckons

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