There was a warmth cocooning me when I stirred from my sleep and I couldn’t help but nuzzle closer to it when I heard a hoarse groan.
I breathed in Logan’s woodsy scent while his hand ran across the length of my arm before settling on my hip.
I forced my eyes open and the moment I did it hit me like a ton of bricks. I took in his features and tried to tell myself I was wrong.
His eyes were closed in a blissful sleep and I was half lying on his chest so one of his hands rested against my back while the other lay on my hip. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm indicating that he was still asleep and his hair stood up in a crazed manner from where I had tugged on it.
Mate,
That bond between us surged to life and I squirmed in disbelief. He already has a mate; he told me so and I know he wouldn’t lie about that and as far as I know, you can’t have two mates. So what is going on?