Storm
I slowly opened my eyes.
The room was still cloaked in darkness, with not even the faintest sliver of morning light finding its way through the curtains. Judging by the darkness, it had to be the middle of the night.
Then I heard it again.
“Love…”
I groaned and pulled the blankets tighter around myself.
“Lena…”
Another kiss landed on the tip of my nose.
“Baby…”
I buried my face beneath the covers.
“Damn, you’re a heavy sleeper,” Doyle whispered, sounding both amused and frustrated.
I cracked one eye open.
“What?”
“Can we have s*x?”
I stared at him through my sleep-heavy eyes.
“Doyle, it’s four in the morning. Go back to sleep.”
“But, baby…”
“No.”
He sighed dramatically.
“You have no sympathy for your mate.”
I couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at my lips.
“You’
