Erik also sighs.

“I only got my eyes on you,” says Erik while exhaling sharply.

“As you should..,” replies Charlie as he drinks his glass of Moscato d’Asti.

Charlie realizes what he said and suddenly chokes on his wine. He starts coughing as Erik watches him while drinking his wine with a big smirk.

Charlie stops coughing after a few minutes and asks, “When did you get here?”

“A few seconds ago” Erik replies.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” says Charlie in a slightly ordering and shouting tone.

“Aye, aye cap’n! Now calm down a little…it’s your birthday!!” replies Erik in a calm but excited voice.

Charlie places his hand on his forehead and slightly moves his head left and right while his eyes are closed.

Erik takes his hand and kisses it. He pulls him towards the balcony gate.

“Ah wait!” Charlie tells Erik.

Erik ignores him,,  forcing Charlie to put his glass on the counter in a rush. Erik opens the balcony gate. A cold stroke of wind hits them softly and calmly, their hair and clothes beginning to wave in the opposite direction.

It felt so cold yet so amazing and free. The pure chilly air was so incredible that they just didn’t want to leave.

“You’ve been exhaling for straight 5 mins now,” says Erik while swirling his glass of wine in one hand.  He places his elbow on the fancy glass railing while resting his head on his hand.

Charlie exhales and inhales once again.

“You don’t get to feel this air every day,”  breathes Charlie while relaxing.

“Mmm…well I guess that’s true,” says Erik between chugging down his drink quickly. “Aargh!”

Charlie looks at him and chuckles “Don’t finish the drink too quickly.”,

Erik gets closer to Charlie, hugs him, kisses his forehead and says, “I wish time would stop.”

Charlie giggles and hugs him back, closing his eyes as they both feel the chilled air around them while inside the warmth of each other’s arms.

They both turn their faces towards the admiring view of the city. Charlie raises his head up towards Erik and kisses his cheek.

“One more!” giggles Erik happily

Charlie laughs and says, “You have small hairs on your face. They’re itching me.”

“I don’t care give me one moree,” whines Erik in a delightful tone and rubs his face with Charlie’s cheeks.

“Nooooo , stoop!! Eeek!” Charlie shrieks and struggles to get away as Erik is holds him tightly.

Erik stops after a few minutes, and they both start laughing.