WAKING UP WITH AALYAN in his arms was so close to his dreams, it took Ghian a few moments to become aware that this time, it was the other way around; his own head rest on top of Aalyan’s chest, his heart steady under his ear, his arms securely around Ghian’s shoulder and waist.
His own right hand resting on top of the mound of Aalyan’s belly.
He froze, wonder and longing and fear leaving him too torn to do anything at all. He was too thrown to focus on their heartbeats, which he faintly perceived against his palm, and he didn’t have time to do anything about his own before his mate stirred.
The grumbling made it clear he was not ready to wake up, but he lifted his head anyway to look down his body at Ghian. It was too late to move his hand now, so he turned his own head to meet Aalyan’
