Erin wakes to the sun shining in his face and Victor's arm wrapped around his waist. He slowly turns around, careful not to wake Victor as he snuggles closer, and takes a deep breath.
'I could get used to this,' he giggles to himself as Victor's warm smell swirls around him. He leans up on his elbows, stomach flat on the ground. The wind ruffles some of Victor's hair across his eyes, so Erin reaches over and gently pushes it aside when something shiny glints in his eye. He looks to the side at Victor's outstretched arm and sees the antique blue ring securely on his index finger.
Erin leans his head on one hand while the other touches the ring. They talked a lot last night about werewolves, specifically the Lovelace pack, but Victor never mentioned how he manages to keep the ring from fal
