I didn’t sleep well that night and neither did my husband. Every time I rolled over and opened my eyes, I found him lying awake. He lay with his arms about his wife as he constantly watched the door or the large window of our room. I came to realize he was on guard by the way he kept his hold.
“Get some sleep.” I murmured sleepily. “We’re safe here, Dec. If we weren’t, I would have one of my warning feelings as a Circulator.”
“Shhh.” He stroked the skin on my back. “You’re more tired than I am, B. You need the sleep more than I do.”
“Declan, please go to sleep. If I sensed we were in danger I would have instantaneously phased us back to
“Close your eyes and be quiet," he growled softly.
I rolled over so I could rest my cheek on his hot, strong chest. That was the good thing about having a European Werewolf for a mate, their bodies consistently ran at high temperatures. Although hot weather could leave him disgruntled, I never needed an electric blanket in the midst of a hard Alaskan winter.
My mate appeared to appreciate our contact, as his arms tightened and he planted several kisses on my forehead.
We were quiet for a couple of minutes as I settled back down again. I guess Declan must have thought I had fallen back asleep. He thought now would be a good time to say, “I love you B, always and forever.”
I surprised him when I mumbled back, “Love you too Dec.”
Pause… then after a moment he said, “Oh you weren’t supposed to hear that.”
You were making your sleeping noises so I thought you were asleep.”
“No seriously, you were breathing deeply and you were making those little sighing noises.”
“Were you faking it, knowing I was going to say that?”
“Declan, frickin’ shut up and let me sleep!”
The next time I opened my eyes again, it was morning and it was by my husband shaking me awake.
“Come on, let’s get out of this place.” He greeted with a kiss on the nose then he leapt out of bed as if he had been the one who had slept.
Half conscious, I raised my head and marvelled at how quickly he dressed.
Declan started to chuckle as he looked over at my dazed expression. “Man, I’ve been married to you for 136 years and your bed hair still cracks me up!”
Grouchily, I threw his pillow at him as he continued to laugh, before I rolled over and tried to hide under mine.