I was itching to go to the library.

There had to be books about mates. Nate wasn’t really giving me much information about mates. Every time I asked him about it, he kissed me and succeeded in making me forget what I had asked him about.

A sigh fell from my lips.

Nate was fast asleep in bed.

My eyes darted over him, taking in his naked muscled frame. I licked my lips, remembering his taste.

Leaning forward, I studied the tattoo on his chest a little closer. Of ...