[Annalise]
My mate is nudging me awake, and I roll over, covering my head with a blanket. The sun hasn't quite warmed the sky and my body is sore from two days of loving him.
"Come back to bed," I moan, reaching out an arm as I cover my head with a pillow. "I'm not ready to get up yet."
There's a gentle push right before he rips back the covers, leaving my naked body bare to the room, my skin prickling from the pre-dawn cold.
"I'm sorry, my love, but we need to get back," Archer shuffles around me, picking up as many of our items as he can and shoving them into an oversized duffle bag. "Here," he tosses a dress at me, one that can be easily pulled over my head. "I hate to be in a rush, but I have a bad feeling. We need to get home to our pups."
Our pups. It warms my heart to hear
