Seth’s POV
It seems that all her built up desire suddenly vanishes as we enter the apartment. She seems dazzled and uncomfortable and I know better than force her into something she didn’t want. So, as she hurries to wash up and most likely get ready for bed, I pull off my coat and head to the kitchen. In one of the side shelves, I pull out a bottle of bourbon and pour myself some, adding some ice and leaning against the counter, sipping from it as I look around the apartment. This place always felt a bit too big for myself. Maybe with her here, this place will grow more lively and warm. It was said that a woman’s touch always turns a house into a home. And now, after too many years of waiting, my mate was home. my mate was where she belonged, right at my side. It made me feel proud and f
