Oliver
One would think having my mate in my arms would help me sleep soundly, but her uttering those words before falling asleep keeps me up all night with giddiness. Even Ace is so hyped up and won’t let me sleep.
I know he wants to be more intimate with our mate, but I don’t want to push her or give him any room to mark her against her wishes. By the time I get some sleep, only a few hours pass until I feel Sophia move in my arms.
“Five more minutes,” I grumble, tightening my hold around her, not wanting to let go of the sparks and connection.
“Oliver, bathroom,” she squeals, wiggling her sweet ass against my junk, making both Ace and I wake up almost instantly. I grunt in frustration as she pushes against me and climbs out of bed.
I scrub my hand over my face as I blink away sleep,
