Sinclair frowns, considering the ruffled pillows and disheveled blankets – evidence of his crime, even if it was a close call. “I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t thinking about the nest.” He confesses, rising from the bed and reaching for my tightly wound body. “I got a bit carried away. I just love hearing you laugh.”
Sulking, I reluctantly allow myself to be cuddled, but I don’t relax against him until he begins purring. “Well I like laughing with you, and I liked hearing you talk to Rafe.” I pout, “it doesn’t count as eavesdropping when the person you’re talking to lives inside me, you know.”
“I know.” He croons, in a sympathetic tone which tells me he senses exactly how vulnerable I’m feeling. “Poor little mate, I wasn’t playing fair.”
“It’s okay.” I sigh, nuzzling his chest and breathing in
