Devara slid into Leander's bed and caressed him, inhaling his scent.
“Good morning”, she whispered.
He was still asleep, he hadn't even woken up properly or thought about taking a shower, but the sweet lemon scent that clung to him was already breathtaking to Devara.
She found peace in his embrace and sighed softly.
She had a bad dream where she had seen herself bury everyone she held dearly, and the part that had hurt the most was Leander sacrificing himself to save her bees.
Likewise, she was unable to go back to sleep after she had woken up from such a bad dream. She had got up and rushed to check on the bees before she ventured to Leander's pack villa, still in her nightwear.
“Dev”, Leander, moaned out softly, a beautiful and warm smile gracing his face as he held on to her tight
