Titus’s POV
The Man slept. Finally, the noisy, thinking part of our brain had shut down, exhausted by the constant war of don’t touch and don’t look and don’t want. He had surrendered to the dark, sinking into the heavy, dreamless sleep of the weary.
But I was awake.
I was wide awake, and I was glorious.
I lay in the center of the great bed, the charcoal sheets tangled around my legs, and I held the world in my arms. The pillow wall—that insulting, feathery abomination the Man had built—was gone, kicked to the floor where it belonged. There were no barriers now. There was only heat. There was only skin. There was only Her.
Lilian. Mate.
She was small. So small against the bulk of our frame. I had her pulled tight against my chest, her back pressed to my front, her legs tangled with m
