e headed upstairs and I convinced him to let me sleep in one of the guest rooms, knowing that if I was in a bed smothered in his

I don't feel good, I miss Kendra, I'm worried about my pack, I'm nervou

my mate is sleeping in the bedroom beside me and I cannot get to him. Obviously, I can physically walk over to him, but that is not the issue. I cannot simply barge in while he's sleeping and expect him to sol

Imagining the warm, intimate sensation of his breaths fanning the back of my neck make we want to scream. I want

out these things

terribly selfish and egotistical of me. Yet, this part of me

hot body, I become frustra

sleep is beco

closest window. The moon still shines bright, yet e

abe

tanding in the doorway. I place my hand on my c

says and I glance at the cloc

urs through the window and drips down his f

s arms. "You'

n't s

roaning," he says and my face heats up. "Not

o early to be doing stuff like that. We just met yes

n't have

f pillows in between us. He watches with his arms crossed unt

as he gets in and my heart will not settle down. I try and quiet my breaths but it only feels like I am suffocating my

lls and I swiftly place the pillow back. Th

mind from my mate even more. Suddenly he moves and I notice him getting up. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep while peeking

allway light illuminates his body as he leaves t

y I snatch it and breathe in his scent. "Oh my god," I mumble and hol

ey make contact with my skin. His hand would slide around my waist and pull me against his hard

what are

they look down at his shirt pressed against my nose. Immediately I

was not what it looked like," I tell him. "It was just laying there and I, I don't know what happ

r to him. "I can't think stra

it," he tel

ack and push the fabric against his chest. "Here," I say harshly whi

doing a

look away. What am I doi

ride over." He leads me back over to my side of the bed and I sit down. "Jus

he feeling. "Just don't stop." My head rests on his