He pulled Cooper back into a hug and began to insistently rub his face all over Cooper’s head. Park’s stubble dragged through his hair and he breathed heavily over Cooper’s neck. “I don’t care because I know I can’t look any worse right now, but what the hell are you doing?” Cooper muttered. “It’s barbaric and unnecessary, and I’m thoroughly ashamed of myself for doing it,” Park said, his chin drawing circles in Cooper’s shoulder now. “But I hate that his scent is all over you.” He whispered that last part and slid his hands up and down Cooper’s arms. “I want you to smell like us again.”
