Third-Person Narrative.
Gina was still half asleep when Denver lowered her onto his bed.
“Hey, you,” she said while yawning and stretching simultaneously.
Despite tiredness and sleep being the only words her brain could process at the moment, her wolf was more than awake to keep their mate company.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, as he stepped away from the bed to take off his shirt.
“Yeah,” she answered, still trying to keep herself awake.
"Open your eyes, Gina," he ordered her.
She opened her eyes faintly to see him looking like a piece of cupcake with pink topping.
Sugarlicious.
Denver looked at her and for a moment there, he contemplated if he should just let her be. Despite craving her all through that evening, he wasn't going to rush or force her into anything she didn't wa
