Erik woke up to the feeling of fingertips trailing lightly across his skin. His face was pressed into the nook between Ryan’s neck and shoulder, and every breath he took smelled of sandalwood and man. If he never moved from the spot, he’d be happy.
It took him a moment, but he eventually realized that Ryan was tracing his tattoo—up over his shoulder then back down his arm, the same swirly path over and over until the skin burned lightly at the touch. Erik kissed the soft skin under his lip