Waking up, I stretched and let out a loud yawn. It had been a week since I started living with my mate and every day proved to be more surprising than the last one. When I heard shuffling out the door, I gasped and sat up. Was he already awake?

I jumped and did my mourning routine as quickly as possible, not even drying my hair. Opening the door, my heart lurched when I saw Mate's tall figure leaning on the wall next to it.

“Good morning,” I greeted, blinking at him. He was staring at the floor, his arms behind his back.

“Yes,” he returned monotonously and I stiffened....