We stayed in bed, me ranting and telling him all about my day. He listened, chipping in when necessary—and that, to me, was love.
I was currently snuggling in his arms, comfortable enough to fall asleep there, but there was still a part of my brain that couldn’t believe that this was actually real.
I felt warm lips press the skin of my shoulder, very close to where my mark should be, and I shivered, loving the sensation that developed from our closeness, but his stomach rumbled and mine continued in response, and we looked at each other and had a soft smile playing on our lips.
“It would be very unheard of that I tried to starve my mate when he was here.” I teased him, and he smiled. I reluctantly left his embrace and stood up, not before he smacked my ass and I rolled my eyes. “What is
