I loved the new air between us, the one where we were finally sure of our feelings and we had moved past the feeling of being unmarked.
One that had me waking up every day and falling more and more in love with my mate, and I was content with staying like this, marked or unmarked.
I had woken up that day a little early, and I blinked as I tried to focus, but his face came into view, and I was melting in a smile.
“Hello, dear, How did you sleep?” His baritone caressed my skin like light touches, and I nodded gently.
“It was perfect.” It was better than perfect. We had stayed awake for most of the night, talking about everything, and he had admitted he wasn’t ready to start a family.
I was only too happy to agree, not at all ready to start any. I still had PTSD from my days with my pare
