Chapter 16
"May, wake up."
It was Aether. Large hands pressed upon the sheets, shaking me gently to wake up. I groaned, trying to revel in the last strands of peace I could have, shooing him away with a flick of my still half-asleep wrist.
He chuckled, gruff and deep... attractive, and butterflies erupted into my stomach. I couldn't go back to sleep, not when I was essentially taking the next step forward in our relationship.
I sat up, afro hair blocking my view while I thought back to last night, how I had finally made the decision to go to Aether's pack. Aether leaned over and brushed my hair from my face, caressing my cheek with a surprising soft hand, before retreating back and walking into the bathroom.
He was acting like we were mates already, brushing my hair and my cheek so intimately. Was that such a bad thing? Would I be wrong to embrace it?