Chapter Four-

Gabe's POV:

Oliver was asleep, I could tell from his slow, steady breathing, though he was still clinging to my shirt like it was the difference between life or death. I looked down at the sleeping angel in my arms, his soft dark brown hair and ears, his smooth skin, his shoulders, rising and falling with his deep breaths. I felt my pants get tight again and cursed myself mentally for getting aroused. Sure he was cute, and cool, and warm, and what the fuck is wrong with me. I gently tried to move his hands away from my shirt, to no avail. I chuckled softly to myself. He was falling for me already, I thought as I pulled his hands away when I finally got them to let me go. I put his arms around my shoulders and one of my arms under his knees, the other around his back. I stood up, carrying him with me. He groaned, hugging me tighter and nuzzling his face into my neck. I smiled even wider, if that was possible. He was just so damn cute. I walked over to the door, trying to keep my arms still. I unlocked and opened the door, carefully as I could, with my hand under his knees. I walked into the living room to see a worried Casey pacing back and forth in front of the couch.

"Oh, there you are, I was getting worried!" He said when he saw us.

"He's ok, just worn out," I said quietly, not wanting to wake up the cutie sleeping in my arms. "He's so cute."

"Yeah, don't tell him that. He'll rip out your throat," Casey replied, chuckling as he walked over and putting the back of his hand on Oliver's forehead. "He's warm. He usually gets sick after shifting on command." I hummed in response, looking down at my sleeping angel and noticing that his cheeks were a little red. I sighed, walking past Casey and sitting on the couch, laying Oliver's down beside me and putting his head on my lap. I swiped a lock of dark hair from his eyes, making his ears twitch a little. It was fucking adorable. I looked up when Casey sighed and saw that he was picking up a suitcase and checking his watch.

"If I stay any long I'm gonna miss my flight," he said, clearly annoyed about having to leave. "Please take care of him, he's all I have left."

"I promise, when you get back, there won't be a scratch on him," I stated confidently. And I meant it. I intended to make sure he was safe and sound from anything and everything.

"Muchas Gracias, my friend," Casey said softly, giving me a thankful smile. I had no idea what muchas gracias meant but I'll say it's a thank you.

"Be safe, Casey, and tell whoever called you in this early that their a shithead." Casey laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Ah, if only I could do that without being fired," he said wistfully. It was my turn to laugh, though I tried to keep still as to not wake Oliver. As if reading my mind, Casey told me that Oliver hates being called that, and to call him Ollie. I nodded. He said his goodbyes and left, leaving me alone with my angel.

𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿٫ 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 😞 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝘇𝘇𝘂𝘇 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘇 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺!?!? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴٫ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻٫ 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 12 𝘆/𝗼٫ 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 😅 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 😈