After a long and eventful day, one would expect me to wake up late the next morning but, yet again, I had to be unconventional. The red light on the alarm clock sitting on the drawer beside me read 5:05 and I wondered what had pulled me out of what had been a dreamless sleep.
The lights were totally put out but since the blinds weren’t drawn, street lights illuminated the room with a soft glow. Dylan was sleeping soundly beside me after throwing a terrible tantrum when I had tried to spend the night in another room.
One hand was flung across his face, covering his eyes while the other reached between us to casually graze against mine. His lips were slightly parted and my wolf ears could pick out every inhale and exhale. His heart beat a steady rhythm and mine beat along with it.
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