I slept better that night. Maybe it was because I understood everything a little better, or maybe it was because I knew I was a room away from my mate. Either way, I woke up early, feeling refreshed. I headed to the kitchen, quietly so as not to disturb anyone. Conall stood in the kitchen, shirtless, his muscles perfectly defined by the dim, blue morning light. He turned around and handed me a cup of coffee. I smiled, questioningly. 'I could feel you waking up' he said, tapping his chest over his heart. 'Sleep well?' he asked. 'The best in a long time!' I replied, taking a sip of my coffee. 'f**k, this is going to be hard' I heard his voice in my head. I looked at him, startled. 'You weren't meant to hear that!' he laughed. 'But you really are beautiful. I just... We just... Can't.

