Adam POV
The room was still dark, but for the safety light over the sink when I awoke just before dawn. Megan was tucked in tight at my side, her head on my shoulder and broken arm resting on my stomach. This moment was even better than I’d imagined. How could I have thought any different? I shook my head at my own youthful ignorance, then leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Nothing was better than holding my mate in my arms. Not a damn thing. Dragging my hand from behind my pillow, I toyed lightly with the fingers poking out of her cast, imagining my ring on her finger. Like my friends, just being mates wasn’t enough for me. I wanted it all. I wanted to see Megan wearing my mark, my ring, and my last name. I wanted her to be mine in every way possible. Premature? Probably, but
