It was fine. The jacket could be laundered. Alex let himself revel in bliss, in the curl of their scents together, musky with sex. His beautiful mate was heavy on top of him, but of course Alex didn’t mind. His inner alpha was pleased, and a low, rumbling purr started up in his chest as he stroked his ashly hair.

When his knot went down, they’d have to clean up and air out the room. But for now, they could just be present with one another, learning each other’s bodies again. It had been too long. He’d missed Ashly so much. He misses his time with Ashly so much, but...