It was still dark when Tyson awoke with Olivia still cradled in his arms. He lay there holding her as the morning light began to filter into their bedroom. He had been watching her sleep when her eyes began to flutter open. She rubbed her forehead against his chest, trying to wake up before she looked at him with still sleepy eyes and smiled.
“How long have you been awake,” Olivia croaked as she yawned.
“A while,” Tyson grinned at her as he stroked her cheek. “I’ve been lying here, watching you sleep. Enjoying the quiet and holding you.”
Olivia’s eyes flickered with mischief as she began to run her finger over Tyson’s chest. She continued until she reached one of the branches of the mate mark she had put on him. She stopped momentarily at the tip of the branch before tracing it with he
