I wake up the following morning a little sad. I know I'm acting like a whiny child but I miss sleeping in my mate's arms. This love thing is too scary because now I can't imagine my mate not wanting me anymore. The thought fills me with a deep sense of dread and I wrap the blanket more firmly around myself.
"Kai?" I reach out through the mate bond.
"Sunshine, you're awake." His deep, gravelly voice wraps around me like a blanket, and the smile that spreads on my face is full and satisfied. I feel grounded again.
"I miss sleeping with you," I tell him, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he says "I miss you more."
I doubt very much that is possible, but my toes curl. Hearing it fills me with pleasure nonetheless.
"Are you still in bed?" I ask, stretching and stifling a yawn.
"Yes, I woke up some time ago but I didn't want to disturb you in case you were still sleeping. How are you feeling this morning?"