Saint woke up the following day with a smile. He had slept like a rock, but the happiness came from who rested on his chest. A hand squeezed his pectoral muscle, and he shook his head.
"A pervert even when you're sleeping..." Amusement washed over Saint's features as he spoke. "Who would have known?"
His eyes landed on his cute mate once more.
Harper had suffered some kind of nightmare in the middle of the night. The mate-bond had made her unconsciously seek comfort, and now she was with her mate. Saint's heart swelled because it meant that Harper, deep down, felt the safest when he was around.
"You're adorable..." Saint stroked Harper's back. She was tiny compared to him and was busy drooling over his skin. Not that Saint cared. He had never seen anything more adorable in his life.
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