Dominic
I lay there for a few minutes as she falls asleep on my chest looking at the picture sitting on the makeshift side table. How could she be his mate and mine? unless he never got to mark her? I slide her hair to the side and at the base of her neck is her mark so does this mean she was always meant for both of us or is it because he passed? My mind is reeling with questions but her slow beautiful breathes are pulling the exhaustion of the day from the depths of me.
I wake up to the soft feeling of lines being drawn on my skin i look down"Hi"
She looks up at me with bright silve/grey eyes "Hi you um have a friend"
"Maybe you should fix it then"
SHe smiles slightly like I challenged her "Okay" She starts kissing my ches moving to where she strattles me her hands slide down and I
