SAMMY POV
I woke up to the sound of quiet tapping and the faint glow of a phone screen. My cheek was pressed against something warm, solid, and impossibly comfortable and with a scent able to send me overdrive. When I stirred, I realized that “something” was Darian’s chest.
Correction: my mate’s chest.
Correction: My perfect mate’s chest.
I froze for half a second, drinking in the realization. My legs were tangled with his like we’d been braided together for Goddess knows how long. Hours? Minutes?. His arm was draped around my waist, heavy and steady, as if he’d sworn an oath in his sleep not to let me go. He wasn’t even paying me any attention, just lying there like my personal mattress while scrolling through whatever caught his eye.
Which gave me all the time in the world to shamel
