“The beginning of this year was one that I had found unsuspecting. I spent the first hours of the New year in the arms of my mate while his heartbeat resignated through my back and to my own heart. His legs were intertwined with mine as we forgot of the world momentarily that lied outside the bedroom door. I found myself in awe of how it felt to be with him again, the smell of his scent on my body, the memory of his touch on my skin, and even the sound of his breathing satisfied me in ways Gage never could. It was not his fault, though, as Gage wasn’t my mate.”
Aurora slid from the comforter to find this to not affect Sawyer’s sleeping as she made her way to the end of the bed to collect her clothes. Having slid her shirt over her body, she moved to the other side of the room and saw the
