MURTAGH'S POV
If I had to be honest, I never thought that cuddling with my mate in a crowded diner, in the middle of a snow storm, could feel this good. I let my chin rest on Kate's shoulder, feeling the sharp edges of her mark - my mark - under my skin. The warmth of her skin almost made me drift off.
"Are you tired?" she asked softly, running her fingers through my hair.
"No" I answered and started drawing patterns on her thigh, covered by the black see-through thights.
"I just feel... Good. I hadn't felt like this in a very long time".
Her hand left my hair and intertwined with mine as she rested her head on my chest, inhaling deeply. We stayed there for a while, just enjoying each other's closeness, and after a while I felt the phone in my back pocket starting to buzz.
I check
