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The morning treated me well. The faint rays of sun tickled my skin through the tent and Ashleigh murmured in my arms. I pressed a chaste kiss on her shoulder blade, the innocence of the moment overwhelming me. She was so beautiful, so special. Waking up next to her brought a unique joy to my heart, to my soul. Even my wolf couldn’t deny how wonderful it was to have our mate in our arms.
“Morning.” I smiled, kissing her eyelids gently as they fluttered open.
“Mmmm... Morning?” Ashleigh’s voice was thick from sleep, and somehow it was adorable.
I pressed a soft kiss on her lips, hoping to affirm that I really wanted to be with her. That I was hers. Her warm arms snaked around my neck as she pulled me back into her. A smile stretched across my face as I welcomed her kiss, the tendernes
