Natalia
It took mere moments after waking before I became fully aware of our position—specifically, of the hardness pressing against my thigh.
After our conversation yesterday about taking things slow, I hadn’t expected this. I’d assumed the night we’d spent together in the infirmary would be a one-time thing, at least for a while. Especially after Andrei had pulled away from me last night instead of inviting me to sleep with him.
I’d thought that the way he had pulled me into bed with him had just been a coincidence. An unconscious need to feel his mate close to him in the midst of a distressing dream.
But the hunger in Andrei’s green eyes now told a different story entirely.
“Natalia, I’m sorry,” he said, shame coloring his features as he started to pull away. “I didn’t mean—this w
