Please wake up

Savannah's pov

I wake up with a fright. I look around the room still groggy from sleep trying to figure out where I am, then I feel the sparks on my hands and look down to see him, my mate, and it all comes rushing back to me. The clock on the wall lets me know it's 7 am and I don't want to leave my mate's hand go not even for a second but I desperately need to use the bathroom but lucky for me this room also comes with an adjoining bathroom. I kiss my mate on his hand and run for the bathroom, I quickly do my business, wash my hands and face and run back to my mate's side.

I'm holding my mate's hand just staring at his face, I've convinced myself that if I stare at him long enough he'll wake up as if my staring at him will somehow magically alert him to his mate being here. I think I'm losing my mind. He is so goddam handsome, even covered in cuts and bruises he's the most handsome man I ha