CHAPTER 3
Orion sat at the end of the couch with Nelson spread out, lying beside him, his head resting on Orion’s lap. He gently ran his fingers through Nelson’s silky-soft, beautiful jet-black hair, intrigued by the white stripes scattered throughout. When he had first met Nelson, Orion had thought the gorgeous man had dyed his hair, but to his surprise, as he sat day after day, watching over his mate while he was in a coma, he could study every inch, every feature of Nelson, and found that his hair was all natural. Now he sat again, caressing his mate’s hair and staring in awe at how beautiful Nelson truly was.
“He’s almost ready, Orion. Just keep doing what you’re doing,” Jewel whispered as he moved closer and sat on the coffee table before them.
“Shouldn’t I be asleep as well?” Orio
