Respect
The first thing Arthmael saw after he opened his eyes, was Evelyn, sleeping with one of her arms around his chest and her cheek resting in his shoulder. The sea waves that were her black hair were spread all over the white pillows, and there was something peaceful written on her face, something he didn't want to disturb despite how much he wanted to kiss her rosy lips instead. When was the last time he had seen her this much at peace? He couldn't remember. But now all he wanted to do was stay and look at her as she slept. The wolf in his head was content with that solution as well. Evelyn was simply perfect in his eyes. The perfect mate, the perfect woman, the perfect lover. And if Arthmael had to go through everything they had gone through all over again just to have her, he would, mil
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