18 - Rendezvous At Night

Weston has been half awake all night, attuned to Millan's exhaustion and lack of sleep.

At around midnight, Weston had considered going to Millan's room and demanding to cuddle him until he slept for at least eight hours. He decided against it, his wolf instincts telling him to wait for Millan to come to him.

Weston is now so glad he listened to his wolf.

He’d been in between dreamland and consciousness when he’d heard his door opening slowly and quiet, small, tentative steps entering the room.

The familiarity of the scent undeniable.

Millan.

Butterflies erupted in Weston’s stomach but he forced himself to keep even breaths, pretending to still be asleep.

He wanted to know what Millan was going to do next.

He was surprised and a little disappointed when he heard him settle on the hardwood floor.

Now perched above his bed, Weston is observing Millan's curled up figure.

His heart skips a beat when he realizes the omega is wearing his sweatshirt. He’d been wondering where he’d put that.