Genevieve
I woke-up the next morning with my head resting on Atreyu’s chest, and his arm was still wrapped around me. The blanket was only covering the lower half of our bodies, giving me a great view of Atreyu’s muscular torso.
As I trailed my fingertips over the ridges of his impressive eight-pack, Atreyu tightened his hold on me and groggily mumbled, “Good morning, angel.”
“Good morning, handsome,” I hummed with happiness.
We cuddled in silence, while we let the haziness lift from our minds, then Atreyu nervously mumbled, “Angel, there is something you should know.”
“What’s that?” I immediately asked, knowing it must be important given the nervousness I was feeling through our mate bond. I tried to listen to his thoughts, but Atreyu had his wall up, making tha
