I’m cuddled up against his chest. It feels nice. I can hear his heartbeat, its rhythm tattooing a song into my skin.
I feel special in a way. Last night was the first time he only gave pleasure, never taking or asking for it in return. I think we’re making small steps with each other. I can tell we genuinely care for one another, even if it isn’t quite love yet. It feels like we’re in a constant state of courtship... just with all the benefits of a married couple.
He hasn’t whispered her name in his sleep tonight, and I find myself smiling before drifting back to sleep for a few more hours.
I’m awakened by the intense pride and happiness radiating from my mate. His emotions are always so powerful inside me. Even when he isn’t around, I sometimes lie in bed just letting myself feel what
