She was asleep on his shoulder, tiny sounds escaping her as she dreamed, and he wondered what dreams she was having. If they were nice dreams. He’d had a very nice dream, which was why he was awake and why he was relieved that she wasn’t He didn’t want to try to explain the tension in him or the smell of his pheromones. Instead, he tried to relax back into the bed and calm down. A soft hand touched his face and he looked down to see her dark eyes looking up at him.

“Go ...