Cyra
Waking up in Yorick’s arms, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest, like everything that I have carried on my shoulders for years has been lifted off me.
I roll over in his arms, running my fingers through his hair. He leans forward and kisses my nose before opening eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning.”
Thad begins purring softly as Yorick kisses my forehead. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Good. Special.”
He frowns and looks down at me. “Special?”
“You make me feel special, in a good way. Like I’m loved and cared for in ways I’m not used to.”
He wraps his arms more tightly around me. “I like loving you and caring for you. That’s what mates do.”
His eyes are closed again as he holds me.
“I haven’t done a very good job of caring for you, thoug
