Tobias collapsed onto his elbows with an exhausted groan, and rolled to the side after setting her leg down. He didn’t want to crush her any more than he already had, though she probably wasn’t as fragile as she looked.
As he laid on his stinging, slightly bloodied back, he waited for that annoying voice of reason in the back of his mind to start lecturing him again. Penelope snuggled up against him, and her little hand drew gentle circles over the sweat drenched skin of his chest. He smiled, and tilted his head down so that he could kiss her forehead, wondering at how amazing even her light touches felt.
When people had told him he would ‘understand when he found his mate’, he honestly didn’t believe them; the exaltation of the matebond sounded like a dream, and he preferred to live his
