He felt... the words felt true, deep in his bones. He felt full when he looked at Michael, like the world finally made complete sense. He wanted to swallow Michael whole, bones and breath, warmth and softness. When they weren’t close, it felt like there was this thread strung taut between them, invisible but unyielding. It tugged at him with every glance, every heartbeat. He couldn’t get enough of him, of his smiles and I love you’s. Michael was perfection wrapped up in one imperfect, lovely package. His. His mate. His love.
