Chey’s POV
I don’t know how long it’s been since Liam and I started, but I’m exhausted, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.
I must’ve fallen asleep on top of him, because, when I next opened my eyes, it was to Liam gently lifting sections of my hair.
“Good morning.” I sit up, looking around the cabin in confusion.
“What time is it?”
“Just after eight; it's not been that long since you slept.”
“Am I hurting you,” I ask, lying back on my mate’s chest because I've always liked the sound of his heart beating.
“Nope.” Liam continues to play with my hair, making me curious about why he keeps periodically taking it to his nose and sniffing.
“Does it need to be washed?”
“No. Your scent just seems a little stronger.” I want to ask what I smell like, but Liam distracts me with his own
