“I told you. I suck at drawing.” I stared at the… “Mitten that’s missing a thumb?” I asked. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the phone screen. “Santa’s pack?” He made a little growly noise in his throat. “Upside-down chef’s hat?” “It’s a honey pot! How can you not see it’s…” He tilted his head and pointed at the black, shapeless blob. “It’s a honey pot. Like in Winnie the Pooh.” I blinked at him. Fuck, he was adorable. Emotion welled up and filled my eyes. Had anyone ever cared for me like Bear did?
