Tyson looked down at the woman he had cradled in his arms. He was taking in everything about her. He was trying to find something about her that he did not like. He failed. She was perfect. Everything from her diminutive size to her features to the color of her dark blonde hair. He loved everything.
“Shouldn’t you be waking her up soon?” Devon asked as thunder rumbled in the distance.
Tyson sighed, “Yes, as much as I don’t want to.”
“I get it, man. I was just like you when I first met Bree. All I wanted to do was hold her, look at her, and mark and mate her.”
“You are not helping by mentioning the marking and mating part,” Tyson grumbled. He hugged Olivia tighter and lowered his head, inhaling her scent deeply.
“What does she smell like?” Devon asked. “To me, Bree smells like cotton c
