Chapitre 89: Chapter Eighty-Five

POV:Leonel

That night we sleep on the same bed, hugging, knowing that we would not see the other for a while, enjoying each other's company, the unspeakable danger we were under not coming to words but in a caring act that I don't think my little hound even realized it.

I watch him sleep before relaxing myself, his caramel sunburned skin, his long black eyelashes, the way his chest rises softly with every breath, how his ears would move at the smallest breeze, how his body fits mine perfectly, how warm is to hug him.

Goodness, how much I love him.

As I close my eyes that night, I think how ironic it is that most of my memories with him where lost in the echo of time; all equally precious to me as the ones right now.