I'm His Mate
I wanted to change that.
I turned in his hold, facing him. Even in his sleep, he refused to smile. That brooding, attractive face of his could get any woman falling onto their knees but his smile was something else. It was otherworldly, a burst of sunshine on a stormy day. He had these cute little dimples and his eyes would narrow and crinkle at the sides. It was adorable.
"Stop staring," Quade grumbled, barely even moving his lips. His morning voice was husky and his words were almost incoherent, "go back to sleep."
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