Dylan was asleep yet again and I desperately wanted to join him in his nap. Sleep was calling to me and I rubbed my eyes, blinking steadily to fight back my tiredness. I watched Dylan sleep, marvelling at how much his look changed with sleep. The usual ruggedness of his looks was nowhere to be found in sleep and he had a soft look to him as he slept.
He whispered my name and his brows furrowed, making me smile. It made me feel special knowing that he was dreaming of me. I kissed the furrow away and he breathed out a sigh. I kissed his lips and got out of bed when he sighed my name again.
Kelly was waiting for me in the courtyard of the pack house and it was at least a ten minutes walk there. I was grateful that Dylan had finally gone to sleep even if somehow I had coaxed him into it. Aft
