the toasted sandwich and held it up to his mate.
“This is ridiculous,” he muttered even as he leaned forward and took a bite.
The sounds that came from his mouth had Indigo’s cock hardening and his stomach twisting in knots. Logan moaned, his eyes shut, his tongue licking his full lips.
A sound that sounded close to a growl echoed around the room. Logan’s eyes shot open and Indigo realized the sound had come from him. He stopped, instantly clearing his throat. No one could really blame him—Logan was making such tantalizing noises over food.
Logan studied him before taking another bite, this time keeping his eyes on Indigo. A little moan still muffled out of his mouth, and Indigo bit his lip to keep from saying or doing anything that would ruin the moment.
They sat there staring into each other’s eyes as Indigo fed Logan. It was as if they were wrapped in their very own bubble, and the only thing that mattered was them. Logan ate the last of the sandwich and reached for a french fry on his own. Disappointment was a sour taste in his mouth, but Indigo swallowed it back. He was about to reach for his own food, but the very same french fry that Logan had picked up was pressed against his lips.
Indigo stared up at Logan, whose face was red, but he glared at Indigo. “You have to eat too,” he muttered.
Indigo took the offered food, unable to contain his smile. The joy that filled him from such a simple action was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Logan continued to feed him, and Indigo wasn’t about to break the moment anytime soon. Even when all he wanted to do was pull Logan into his lap and kiss his mate with everything he had.
“I haven’t been hungry lately,” Logan confessed.
A pang in his chest had Indigo rubbing the area.
“Me either,” Indigo said.
Logan looked away, sighing. “I know it happened because we met, and we can’t—”
Indigo reached out and cupped Logan’s face. “Let’s just take this one day at a time.”
Logan looked ready to argue with him, but his shoulders sagged. “Fine.”
It wasn’t a no, so Indigo took it. They finished eating and Logan yawned, and Indigo knew the time was up. He’d have to leave and crawl into his empty bed alone. Logan got under the covers as Indigo straightened up the trays. He watched for a bit as Logan got comfortable in the bed. Indigo reluctantly made his way to the door.
“Wait,” Logan called out.
Indigo stopped and glanced over his shoulder at his mate, who looked so confused and lost. Indigo closed the door and toed off his shoes and socks. He pulled the blanket back and crawled into bed with Logan.
Logan still sat up and stared at his hands. “Indigo, I can’t—I mean, this isn’t—”
Indigo wrapped his arms around Logan’s midsection and pulled him down to the bed and closer to his chest.
“I’m just holding you. I won’t sleep here, okay?” Indigo said.
Logan was tense in his arms. “But—”
Indigo ran his fingers through Logan’s soft hair. “But nothing. You’re my fated mate, and you’re suffering. Just let me hold you until you’re asleep.”
Logan was quiet for a long while, and Indigo held his breath in anticipation.
“Okay,” Logan muttered against his chest, finally relaxing against Indigo.
Indigo lay there until Logan’s soft snores filled the room. He reluctantly peeled himself from his mate. He sat there on the edge of the bed, watching the rise and fall of Logan’s chest. Indigo couldn’t erase the sight of Logan’s hollow cheeks and the dark circles around his eyes. If he’d waited any longer—Indigo balled his fist on his leg. He couldn’t think of it.
***
Two days had passed since Indigo brought Logan home. He was eating more and more. His snarky remarks were coming back. His brown eyes weren’t so dull, and smiles were on his face again. The attitude was ever present, and Indigo enjoyed watching his mate get all riled up.
Indigo walked into Logan’s bedroom.
“Loggy, you have to wear this one,” Gabriella said.
Indigo stifled his laughter at the sight before him. Logan was covered in glitter, and Gabriella was just adding more, but there wasn’t a spot on his face that was glitter-free. Logan looked up, and the sun came through the curtains just right, making his eyes look as if they were glowing.
“You better not be laughing at me,” Logan said.
Indigo lifted his hands in defense. “I, um, you look stunning,” he said instead. “A