This was the third time Nesta slept and woke up next to you. It was still kind of weird to have a warm body next to her.

Nesta was used to being alone, sleeping and waking up alone. But then you, her mate, arrived and nothing was ever the same again.

Everything inside Nesta was in turmoil, but she loved having you around, being able to hold you and be held by you. You were the only person she wasn't bitter and rude to, with you she was soft.

She watches you move on the bed, her eyes never leaving your face, her hands gently caressing your waist.

Morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well? Nesta asks you, her hand coming up to brush away a strand of hair that was covering part of your face.