LEILANI
It’s been four weeks since Aesir's love letters.
Four weeks of him dedicating his mornings to me. I had expected the letters to stop coming after the second week but I guess I underestimated my mate’s resilience.
A month of his consistent outpouring of love and I had developed a serious problem. Every morning before I opened my eyes, I found myself listening for the faint scrape of parchment against wood. For the sound of him outside the bedroom door.
I would lie still, my eyes closed, heart hammering wildly as I listened for him outside my door.
I had gone absolutely crazy because naturally, I should hate it. The realization that had gone from not only looking forward to Aesir’s letters and his breakfast tray, I had also begun looking forward to his presence outside that door
