GRAYSON

I made sure my shower was extra cold the next morning.

It had taken everything in me to disentangle myself from my little mate when getting out of bed. She had slept nestled into my chest the entire night, seeking as much physical contact as possible.

After leaving her, I stood at the edge of our bed for at least an hour, staring down at her as she slept in only one of my shirts.

The bottom half of her was still covered by the sheet, but her shirt had ridden up, exposing her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts to my hungry eyes.

I was painfully aware...