Fourteen Days To Forever
Weston’s low drawl is always sexier after an orgasm and Millan turns his head towards him, observing the way his hair lay messy around his head.
Weston is biting his lips. Nervous.
Millan frowns, confused.
“Yes?” Millan encourages.
“Tomorrow is the full moon.”
The statement, although true, doesn’t help clear up Millan's confusion and he straightens up on his elbows to get a better look at Weston.
“Uhm. Yes. Seems like it.”
Millan raises an eyebrow, a silent interrogation. Weston smiles slightly, but Millan can sense his nerves through their bond.
“What’s up, Weston?”