Apphia
When I wake up, Nicholas's scent surrounds me. He's still asleep beside me, and it's such a divine sight. I take this opportunity to study him again. I will never tire of gazing at this man—my mate. I want to run a hand over his face, but I don't want to wake him.
I want to kiss him.
'Do it,' my wolf encourages.
I lean in slowly, carefully placing my lips on his, but it feels like he is waiting for me. He captures my lips and conquers my mouth.
The kiss is tender but intense, nothing too erratic. His hands gently caress my neck, sending me a delicious shiver.
We claim more of each other's lips, and when he is satisfied and I'm out of breath, he pulls away with glee in his gaze.
"I want to wake up like this every day of my life. Good morning, my love," he says in his deep m
