(Nikki P. O. V)

I woke up, felt my mate kissing me on my lips, and I smiled. Opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss he gladly accepted without the fear of being burnt by the silver that was no longer down my throat. He pulled back with a chuckle looking down at me with his dark brown eyes.

"I knew you weren't sleeping," he whispered, to which my smile grew. I pecked his lips.

'That's what you said last night when you woke me up, I told him. ...