Delvin's POV
I woke up an hour before Tate stirred. I didn't want to wake him up, and neither did I want the moment to be over because I wasn't sure if and when it was going to happen again and if he would let me hold him that way.
I wouldn't mind if I had to be delayed in Royal Mines that day as far as I had him wrapped in my arms the way he was.
My father had always said that the feelings I would have for my mate would be a hundred times more powerful than any feeling I had ever felt. It was indeed true.
Tate stirred again, burying his face in my chest, which made me chuckle. He reminded me of a cat burrowing into cotton.
Tate raised his head and looked confused for seconds before realization dawned and he was on his feet in another second. Looking at him that early in the morn
