“Lots of us wear necklaces,” Park continued, sounding incredibly nervous now. “It’s just a matter of getting the right length. I’ve been putting it on when I shift to test it out and this one works fi—”

Cooper swallowed the rest of the word, unable to resist kissing Park any longer. Then greedily licked into his mouth for any other sweet things he’d planned to say.

Park kissed him back almost desperately, and when he reached up to pull him closer, chain still dangling in his hand, Cooper felt the metal brush his neck.

He pulled back from the kiss, and Park made a small disappointed sound that cut off when Cooper carefully tugged the necklace out of Park’s hands.

“Can I put it on you now?” he murmured, fingering the chain.

Park blinked, surprised, but nodded. Wide enough to fit around a wolf’s throat, Cooper didn’t need to unlatch it to put the necklace carefully on Park. It fell lower than most jewelry did—below his sternum.

“Does it look okay?” Park asked, unsure.

Cooper realized he was just sitting there and staring. He nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed, and slowly put his own ring on. A tremor ran subtly through his body. Like the whole earth had just heaved a sigh of satisfaction and he was the only one who could feel it.

“Pretty,” Park said. “It looks like it fits. How does it feel?” It was fairly obvious he wasn’t going through the same emotional earthquake that Cooper was. It just didn’t have the same significance for him. Wasn’t a thing he’d been raised to see as a symbol of commitment, union. He’d simply wanted to do something nice for Cooper.

“Is that—are you getting teary?” Park asked, shocked. “I didn’t even wrap it nice.”

“I told you it’s not about the wrapping,” Cooper said, unbuckling his seat belt. “I like to win.” He kissed Park again. Then murmured against his lips, “Your love is the most important thing I’ve ever won.”

Park kissed him back, pouring sentiments of yes, that, and this too into his touch. He unbuckled his seat belt as well, only pulling back long enough to slip it off his arm, and then with one hand on Cooper’s waist and the other in his hair, pulled him into an even deeper kiss.

Cooper couldn’t resist running his fingers over Park’s chest until he found the ring and squeezed it in his hand. The motion made the chain tug on Park’s neck a bit, and he growled into Cooper’s mouth, then dragged his lips down to work on Cooper’s throat, biting and sucking.

Cooper just panted, staring up at the ceiling for a minute. He felt raw. From the ring, from Park’s words, from the whole fucking day.