Chapter 14

Waking up with his mate in his arms, in a tangle of sheets, with the sunlight streaming in through the blinds, was definitely up there on Weylin’s top three things to do of all time. First, was kissing her. Second, was making love to her.

Hmm.

Maybe there should be a fourth thing too. Like when she smiled. Fuck yeah. Weylin loved it when she smiled.

“Morning, baby,” he grinned when she stirred.

“Good morning,” she replied, her cheeks pink with exertion, sleep, or perhaps a tendril left of shyness.

Though, after everything they’d done during the night, he would be hard pressed to ponder that one. He’d kissed, touched, and loved on every inch of his delectable little mate. And she’d done the same to his delight and her unending curiosity.