There was no light streaming in this morning, the blinds drawn over the open window, and Aidan hummed, his nose tickled by the short hairs that decorated the back of Alexandre's neck. He was wrapped in a large, dark green sweater, the one Alexandre had worn over the other night, and his boxers rested low on his hips. His thin arms were wrapped tight around the red-haired lycan's waist. "Angel." He murmured, lips brushing against the pale of his neck. "Wake up, darling." It had to be around noon, but Aidan was too comfortable to crane his neck and check the clock. He was content, not perfectly happy, but happy enough. For now. He would always be bothered by thoughts of Alexandre leaving him and never looking back, the nagging fact that he wasn't good enough for this boy, he'd never love Aidan as much. But at times like this, he pushed those thoughts away, let them trouble him later.