@canariism from here.
Big eyes were trained on the blonde, his gaze was steady as it followed hands moving to hide away the phone and once it really was gone, he couldn’t help the spike of anger piercing his chest. However, nothing showed on his features instead he let himself bathe in her attention and jumped on the couch, feet first then the knees as he crawled towards her with a wide grin on his face. Mischief followed the motions as he leaned up and in, ready to steal a kiss from those sweet lips but hovering just out of reach, close enough to taste the accent as he spoke. ❝ If a disaster ‘appens you’re safe with me. ❞
With that, he sealed their lips and while one hand was gently resting on her cheek the other one snuck around to find the phone. If this didn’t work, the next tactic would involve even more puppy excitement and tickling.