Chapter Thirty-One

Candy looked at her mate as she lay curled on her side, her face relaxed with sleep. Glad that she was finally getting some rest. She could tell by the time her mother had left that she had more questions than answers.

Her eyes moved over the dark bags beneath Annie’s eyes as she brushed her fingers through her hair. It was the softest hair she had ever felt beneath her fingertips, smooth and silky. Not quite straight, but not full of curls.

Her eyes traveled down along the scattering of freckles across her nose. To her mate’s lips and the delicate cupid’s bow of her thin top lip before tracing over her full bottom lip. She could spend hours tasting those lips.

The desire was still there, but not nearly as intense as it was before. Candy hoped that it would get so strong, now that they were mated. She didn’t like the loss of control, the struggle to keep herself in check.

Eyes