Subconsciously, I knew it was the mating instinct driving me to please my mate. I leaned into it. I quickly tied my hair back as neatly as I could before changing into a fresh gray shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Just as I was fumbling with the material of my shirt, I heard the door to the bathroom open. My mate emerged wearing the shirt she changed into in the car. Her hair was tied back neatly into a braid and her face looked bright and freshshe had obviously washed it thoroughly. She folded the clothes she had worn to sleep and placed them on the now empty side of my closet. It appeared someone had cleared space out for her things. I was very, very thankful for whoever had the initiative. I would have been embarrassed if I took my mate someplace where there was no room for her belongi
