“Good morning, Beautiful.” A hoarse voice croaked from beside me, his owner's arm resting heavily on my body, and I sighed in bliss.
I think I may have died and gone to werewolf paradise because I could have sworn that was my mate’s voice I was hearing.
“I don’t think it is morning yet.” I smiled as I felt the rays of sunlight on my feet, and I stretched my arms as my mouth opened in a yawn.
This was bliss.
The sparks that have been sizzling between us were not figments of my imagination; they were real.
“Hey beautiful.” Toby said as I turned around to face him, and I was rewarded with his handsome face. That has to be therapeutic; just seeing the face of your love the first thing you wake up should be the first cure for illnesses.
“Hey handsome.” I replied, my voice hoarse from all
