He followed Cooper’s movement without the least bit of hesitation, and belatedly Cooper remembered a conversation he and Park had once had about how wolves didn’t primarily rely on their sight the way most humans did. The blindfold wasn’t going to slow Park down any more than sticking a clothespin on his nose would slow down Cooper, and from the amused quirk to his lips, Park had always known it.

That being said, Cooper took a long, uninhibited look and couldn’t regret the turn things had taken. Blindfolded and barefoot, with his shirt untucked and the first couple of buttons undone and his hair in disarray from Cooper’s fingers, Park should have looked utterly vulnerable, but he didn’t. There was a predatory sort of stillness to him as he easily tracked Cooper. The juxtaposition of it was, well, erotic, for some reason. Like the blindfold had done nothing but highlight certain qualities Park usually kept hidden.

Cooper had the sudden sensation of being on the edge of another exhilarating fall. You’ll have this forever, he thought suddenly. This moment. This memory. No matter what happened in the future, no one could take away the fact that imperfect Cooper Dayton had found his own perfect love. He’d never felt more stupidly lucky in his whole life.

Cooper darted forward without a word, hoping for the element of surprise, but Park caught his arm as easily as if it were choreographed and pulled Cooper over, causing him to stumble into Park’s chest with a grunt.

He felt Park’s mouth drag along the side of his neck before nipping him lightly. “Got you,” he murmured, more vibration against the skin than actual speech.

Cooper sucked in a breath and tugged away, Park letting go of him immediately. “That was just a test,” Cooper warned him.

Park nodded solemnly. “Did I pass?”

Cooper lunged for him again, this time twisting and ducking in anticipation, and made it close enough to touch Park’s leg before he was grabbed around the waist and felt the ground fall away. He just had enough time to register being in the air before he landed, bouncing harmlessly on the couch face up.

Park stood over him, still blindfolded, and cocked his head. He stroked two fingers up Cooper’s neck, over his chin, and tapped it against his lips, which parted obediently, and then he dipped briefly in and out of his mouth. “Got you.”