Carina was warm, Ishaan cuddled into it and stroked her hair as he woke. He recalled last night in a pleasant, fuzzy sort of way. He was puzzled by how she’d managed him so easily with it being her first time and all. But the questions were at one remove and for now he was simply happy to hold her while she was asleep. He delicately traced her markings, reminding himself to ask about them at some point. He didn’t need or want her to wake up yet so, mindful of the tie, he kept his ...