When I woke up, I was alone in the bed. All tangled up in the covers with a pillow tightly pressed to my chest.
Was I dreaming about Mace? Was it really just my imagination having Mace at home and sleeping with me? Was I going mad for not having a mate in reality?
But all my assumptions died when I saw Mace coming out of the bathroom. He had only a towel wrapped around his waist and water was dripping from his hairs while little droplets were dancing on his chest and torso.
Geezzzz... He is Hot!!
"Like what you see?" Suddenly came Mace's teasing voice in my ears.
I did not even realise that I was gazing at Mace like a hawk. All my senses came back (thankfully!) with Mace's mocking tone.
