HAVEN POV
I was exhausted. More than exhausted. I was so fatigued, I couldn’t even think of a word to describe how tired I truly was.
I wasn’t even sure of the time, although I knew it was still Sunday. Or perhaps the wee hours of Monday.
But my mind kept drifting back to the enormous, incredibly comfortable bed in our room at our house. I kept thinking about sinking into its plushness. About wrapping the fluffy duvet around me as I placed my head on the feathery pillows, and about snuggling up close to my Wesley as I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me.
My Wesley. My mate.
He must have sensed my exhaustion, because he’d seated us on the couch in his dad’s office, instead of in the chairs across from his desk. Even Harrison sat on the arm on the far edge of the couch, a glass
