The Hybrid's Hope
I say.
Okay, I’m lying. Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind. It’s my last night with my mate before she starts another month with Tanya and I have no idea when I’ll see her again. I want her in my arms and in my bed, preferably with my body buried deep inside hers, but I’ll settle for in my arms tonight.
“Thank you again for my song, Tanya. It really means a lot to me,” Hope says, hugging her again.