The Proposition

ANA’S POV

When I woke up the following day, the sun was filtering through the opening of the curtains in front of the balcony. I didn’t remember closing the French doors before we went to sleep. I stretched like a feline to activate my muscle groups. When my hand landed on the side of the bed Ryan had laid on when we made it to the bed, I realized that it was not only empty but also cold. That only meant he had been gone for a significant amount of time.

Although I was not too happy about waking up alone, I wouldn’t complain. The reality was, if I hadn’t been so emotionally exhausted by the end of talking to Ryan, I would have more than likely insisted that he make his way back to his own room; I understand that we are mates and that at some point, cohabitating would happen…sooner rather than later if truth be told. The mate bond is nothing to mess with. It seems to have a stronger pull on each other’s hearts and souls than the moon has on the ocean tides. Nevertheless, I wasn’t rea