Something close to the truth

Aimee’s P.O.V

We lay side by side on his bed, not touching except for our fingers which lay interwined between us on the mattress. It felt like a shy gesture, a tentative exploration of each other like teenagers learning to flirt with each other for the first time. That was how most normal relationships started though. Tentatively getting to know each other before the crazy stuff. But we got ours backwards and somehow it was working. or was it?

I could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, his breath, but I didn't let him take me into his arms. He had asked me to stay with him, not for sex, he'd said, but for comfort. He said he needed me, and I couldn't refuse even though it was a little hard to be around him after everything that had happened without the intensity of the mate bond that had drive us wild. So there he was, Alpha Logan, lying sprawled on his side, naked except for his silk black boxers, his lips slightly parted and his eyes closed. If the lighting was better, I say his chee