His little Nixie was sprawled on him, still fast asleep in her favorite place. She always somehow managed to crawl on top of him during the night, not that he cared in the least. The sight of her white blond hair spread over his tanned skin was a feast for the eyes and she was a feast for the senses.
Today she turned eighteen, and though he had no intention of pushing her into the physical part of their relationship before she was ready, he was relieved to know that they were now free to do as they wished. She was also of age to be his Luna as well.
The connection between them had become so much more intense since she had marked him and he had not expected to know when she was even slightly dehydrated, something so small was now so important in his connection with her. They sensed emoti
