Rory
I woke up wrapped around Shawn. One of my legs draped over his and his hand drawing lazy circles up and down my back. Occasionally his hand would weave through my hair, playing with the strands or massage my scalp. The sun was starting to rise causing the sky to be filled with pastels, oranges, pinks, and blues. I lifted my head to look at my mate and his eyes were still shut but I knew he was awake. Much like him, I caressed my fingers over his stomach. Gliding them over the ridges of his muscles. Up his chest and through his chest hair. He was a beautiful man and his body looked like it had been carved from stone.
I had a sinking feeling that I had forgiven him all too quickly but deep down I knew I couldn't hold resentment over this, over him. If I could forgive him for his acti
