Erik has been awake for a while now. He has been alternating between touching Cobie’s hair, trailing a finger down his nose, his cheeks and his lips. His little angel. His little spitfire. Erik mentally snorts at that, if Cobie heard him say those words, he’d pretty much either punch him in the face or kick him in the d**k or even maybe both.
Cobie lets out a small sigh and moved closer. He’s on his side, both hands tucked under his face. Erik hopes when his mate opens his eyes, they would be the same gold they’ve been for days. He had searched the internet for the meaning behind the color, gold and he had liked what he found. He remembers clearly what the site had said.
Gold represents love and passion.
Erik bit his lip to keep back his laugh when he hears Cobie’s stomach rumble. He
