Orien
He woke, showered and shaved, styled his hair nicely and pulled on dark blue slacks and a soft pale blue dress shirt. One that he knew would match his Mate’s eyes, then sat on the end of his bed and pulled on socks and black dress shoes.
Though he held a tie up to himself, he put it back and even opened the top two buttons of his shirt. So that he wouldn’t look so very formal in front of her. Though he was certain that she would know he was dressed up for her, he smiled to himself a little; was dressing up for his Mate.
It was still quite early, he looked at his watch as he clipped it on, not even 7am yet. He knew that she was likely to still be sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake her. He understood how exhausted she must be, after being hunted by those rogues in her condition.
