His eyes shot open, startling her. Her eyes widened in surprise and she paused staring stupidly at him. "What are you doing?" he asked, furrowing his brows at her. She leaned back quicker than a bolt of lightning. "I..I.." she groped for words while glancing everywhere but at him but nothing was coming to her mind. The dent between his brows deepened, frightening her a little more. "I.. I wasn't able to sleep so..I thought of counting your beard?" she blinked her eyes innocently at him, hoping he would buy it. The excuse sounded lame to her own ear. "What?" he asked, not sure what he hard was right."Yes, I had counted till 103. You have three white hair as well. You are growing old," she told him. The word "old " offended him as nothing could. "I am not getting old," he shot back indignantly. A teasing smile glided along her lips, knowing what she said had got to him. "Yes, you are," she teased him."I am only 27," he said. She gasped. Her mate was nine years older than her. A
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