Novalie POV
I woke up the next morning to Xavier's muscular arms tightening around me, pulling me closer as his chest vibrated with Lunar's deep purring. In his sleeping state, he dipped his head into the crease of my neck and took a deep inhale before kissing my collar bone, where my mate's mark would lay one day, ever so softly. I couldn't help the sigh that I released as his lips grazed over my most tender area, wanting, no, needing to feel them pressed against my own once more. Apparently he felt the same way as he lifted his head, his bright sparkling green eyes looking down at me just before he pressed his lips to mine. We really were playing with fire, but if it meant I could feel his lips against mine, I didn't fear the burn.
Today we would go shopping for his tuxes and my dresses with his mom, who was more excited than both of us combined to be doing so. Xavier had told me all about how his mother had always wanted a daughter to do these types of things with, and how it was
