Your eagerness to appease my ego is heartwarming, truly. [ Cupping the curve of Erik's skull, his mood fizzles to something more honest, simply leaning into him and sharing the same air for long seconds, and every throb of his heart in this imaginary body of his sings with it, the moment to moment existence of being in love with Erik.

He sighs, but it's a unmistakably happy one. ] I do wonder what would happen if we stayed here for days. Longer, maybe.