Forty Four

The next morning, Chris fussed over Jaxson but noticed he seemed much more himself. His wolf still wasn’t with him as far as he knew, but he was ready to be out of bed, still keeping Chris close by… he still seemed to have a fear Chris would spontaneously disappear.

Understandable in his eyes.

“Mark.” Chris’ wolf was being quite insistent after breakfast. He could only promise his wolf, that soon, soon they would mark. He nuzzled Jaxson’s hair while the larger male laid over Chris like a weighted blanket. He never felt being crushed would be a form of security… but with Jaxson it was different. He was glad to be pressed so far into the hard sofa that he could feel the frame below the cushions.

“Need a bigger sofa,” Jaxson mumbled, wriggling his feet that were hanging over the arm to make a point.

“I’ll see what we can get,” Chris promised, “A two-seater isn’t really ideal.”

“You sure I’m alright staying here?”

“What do you mean? Do you not want to-”

“Course. I just… not sure. I