Daceon's POV
I had left early this morning to deal with a few things business wise. Every part of my being wanted to stay in my odd little cocoon I was creating with my mate. My room smelled of her, and it was the best way to wake up. I could still taste her on my lips from last night. I didn't want to brush my teeth this morning, knowing her taste would be completely gone if I did, but she wouldn't want me if I didn't take care of myself anymore. I was rushing through documents and meetings just to get back to her. It was so unlike me, and apparently my beta was beginning to notice something was different today.
"What's up Daceon? You always take your time to ensure everything is up to par, but today you seem to be elsewhere." He asked seriously.
What was I supposed to say to him?
