I wake with my mate sprawled out across my chest and I smile as her hair tickles my nose. I would give anything to wake up every day with her hair in my face and her pressed up against me. I had always wanted to meet my mate and I use to imagine what it would be like to finally find her but somehow this is even better than any of my fantasies.
It's her birthday and I should get up and make my mate breakfast in bed for her special day but I just want to soak up these first few moments with her. She starts to stir against me and I tighten my arm around her so that she can't slip away. I want to sink back into her but I'm worried that she might be sore after last night.
She blinks her eyes open, smiling when she sees me watching her.
"Morning."
"Good morning. Happy birthday, again," I tel
