Like A Puppy

"You can fall, princess," Fafnir said in a very grave voice. "And if that happens, the king will kill me!" Yes, he fished out another lame excuse to hold her against him for as long as possible. 

Tabit pursed her lips. That wasn't the case. Because Fafnir had pulled her close against his chest. And now his nose was in her hair. But it was the sincerity in his voice that tugged at her heart— the sincerity of his adorable excuses to be near her. So she continued to be with him with a silly smile on her face. 

After six days of what seemed like eternity, she was finally with her mate and that kept her wolf at bay. Otherwise in the past six days she thought she would turn into a zombie. Last night she had the best sleep in all her life, surrounded by his scent.