Erik didn’t realise he’d dozed off until the hotel room door opened and woke him up.
“The fuc—oh.” He stopped his angry reaction with a laugh when Andreas stepped over the threshold. “Sorry. Dozed off.”
“So I see,” Andreas chuckled, coming out on the balcony. He leaned over the back of Erik’s chair and kissed him softly.
“Mm, you smell like Spain,” Erik said, then lifted a corner of T-shirt and chewed on his waist. “Taste like it, too. Let’s stay here and have dinner in bed.”
“You can’t eat me for dinner.”
“I can try.”
Andreas grinned. “Not with a baby in the room, you can’t.”
“Spoilsport,” Erik sulked. He stretched before he got up, and was surprised to see Beatriz peering up at them from her cot. “Hello, gorgeous! Been patient, have you?”
She lifted her arms cheerfully as he bent
