ELRETH
Elreth woke the next morning, curled against Aaryn's side. He lay on his back, one arm folded up under his head, staring at the ceiling. She was about to ask him if he'd slept when she realized his blond lashes were closed and fluttering, and his breathing was slow and even.
She didn't want to move and wake him, so she took the time to watch him and… appreciate her mate.
His strong jaw cut a hard line, his skin wrinkled under it because of the angle of his head, but because he had his arm bent up, his collarbones and that tendon in his neck stood proud, the wide planes of his chest rising and falling slowly with his breath.
