RORY POV
I opened my eyes and could hear Oliver slightly snoring. I guess we had fallen asleep. I glanced at his clock on the nightstand. It was five-twelve. We had been sleeping for two hours.
I closed my eyes and snuggled back into Oliver's arms; my body perfectly nestled next to his. I seemed to fit perfectly up against his body. The smell of our love had filled the room and was driving me crazy in a good way. I wanted more of him.
The motion of me snuggling most have woken him because he stirred, rubbed his eyes, and looked down and smiled at me.
"Hey, beautiful," he said sheepishly.
"Hey."
"Just know that you're all mine," he whispered, "you're my mate and no one else's."
"And you're mine," I whispered back, kissing him on the lips.