“I don’t want to see you like that again.”
He glanced up, and Andreas smiled.
“C’mere.”
Erik leaned up. Beatriz stirred sleepily as Andreas bent forward, and mewled between them as a soft kiss was pressed against the bridge of Erik’s nose.
“Love you.”
Erik smiled. “Te amo.”
“Urgh, not sure why I love you, though. Te quiero. Honestly.”
Erik chuckled, shuffling down the bag to tug Andreas’ socks off by the toes. “How about now?” he asked as he rubbed his thumbs into the tired arch of the left foot, and a breathy sigh was his reply.