Gilas almost cheered when he heard Clara's request. He was honestly having a hard time keeping himself in check from seeing just how flushed his mate seemed to be on their bed, and he had already resigned himself to another night of fitful sleep before this all happened.
"If you insist…"
Taking this opportunity, Gilas turned and wrapped his arms around Clara, holding her tightly as he felt her head nuzzle up to his. Her breaths came hot and fragrant, only making his frayed nerves run wild in an attempt to make him jump his mate.
'Stay in control…' he chanted to himself. 'She hasn't given you permission yet…'
"Thank you, Gilas…" Clara mumbled.
Gilas nonchalantly hummed, not trusting himself to speak as clenched his jaw. It was really taking his all to keep himself in check, and feeling Clara's body this close to him was only making it worse.
