Chapter Eleven
The soft clacking of a keyboard penetrated my sluggish mind. Was someone typing?
I peeled myself out of the warm bed sheets and fought a yawn back. Quietly, as not to wake Rachel, I tiptoed to the common living space.
The dim light of a laptop cast long shadows over the furniture and illuminated the sharp features of my blond mate.
"Todd?" I whispered.
"I wasn't doing anything," he countered hastily as he slammed his computer shut. "Oh, it's just you."
"Why are you awake?" I asked, my mind thick with sleep.
My mate stuttered. "I... Ummm..."
Confused, I shook the daze out of my head and sat down, his smell of burned cedar wood was familiar and comforting.
I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and ran my hand down the back of his neck. "Why are you on your laptop? Can't
