My mate.
I pressed a kiss to her temple, whispered against her hair, “You wreck me, baby girl.” She didn’t answer, but her lips twitched into a sleepy smile, like she’d heard me in her dreams.
I should let her sleep. She deserved it after I’d kept her up all night. But the restless part of me—the i***t who couldn’t stop fidgeting, couldn’t stop doing—was already gnawing at the inside of my skull. She’d given me her everything, and I wanted… needed… to give something back.
Food. Coffee. Something practical, simple, stupid.
I brushed her hair off her cheek, kissed her softly. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Her lashes fluttered, half-asleep, half-waking. “Where…?”
“Breakfast,” I whispered, and for some reason my voice cracked like I’d just declared war instead of promising
