No schedule to follow

Samantha woke up in Rider's arms. In the end, they talked late into the night.

The man had asked her all kinds of questions, and his eyes did fly on her ears from time to time. She had replied, sometimes telling the truth and sometimes lying.

They didn't do anything more than talk, so much that she wondered if she hadn't been clear enough about what she was expecting from him.

Still, he had been a gentleman. He didn't take advantage of her state, and he didn't seem to have any intention of blackmailing her.

Moreover, he had smiled at her when her ears had moved; as if it was more cute than awkward. She had fallen asleep on his chest, listening to his heart and sighing at his caresses.

When she opened her eyes, it was already morning. Her mate was sleeping, still wearing his clothes. And she had her t-shirt as well.

She sighed, trying to remember why she let him talk without doing anything lewd until falling prey to slumber.