ISABELLE
I wake up late, at eight am. I always consider waking up past six o'clock as late because I am used to waking at the c***k of dawn. Dwayne is not in bed, but I can tell that he is around. I feel his presence. I wipe my eyes and rise up, sitting on the bed. I am still on my nightdress, and I am a bit tired. We had a very long night, trying all sorts of gymnastics until everyone had enough. I remember seeing the dials of the clock on the wall before sleeping and it was past three o'clock this morning.
I am happy however, knowing that we belong to each other now, we have marked each other and moreover we are now mated. It's great to see that we have no time to waste and we are moving with speed. The events of last night are now beyond us, and we have a lot on the way. Dwayne has a
