Heat of the Moment

Lya

I blinked my eyes open, praying to whatever was out there that it was morning. Sleep hadn't come easily, and I hoped with everything in me that it’d be early enough to start the day, but only moonlight seeped in from the windows. I reached across the bed for the familiar warmth I had relied on whenever I woke up the past few nights, but nothing was there. I sat up, looking around. It slowly hit me that I was alone. While I wished for that when I was awake, it was something I dreaded overnight.

I understood exactly why. He was my mate, whether I wanted him or not, and a part of me would always need him. But I did want him. I wanted all of him. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to anyone just yet.

I stumbled out of bed, following the smell of an incoming rainstorm down the hall.

I opened the door, breathing in as his scent wafted toward me.

“Ollie?” I asked hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t turn me away for intruding.

“Lya.” He said my name as a reverent whisper. He was