Gabe took another deep breath. “Come here.” He motioned with his arms to Soren, who arched a brow at him. “Why?” Soren asked. “I want to hold you.” Gabe made “gimme” hands at the reluctant vampire. Soren was smirking now, the little brat. “Why?” Gabe sighed but kept his arms up. “Because you just told me a sad story, and I want to comfort you.” Soren crossed his arms. “I don’t need comfort.” “Then I want you to comfort me.”
