"Can I stay here for the night?" he asked while scratching the back of his neck. "I don't think my wolf will like it if we stay apart from you tonight."
I tilted my head to the side as I asked, "Why?" We have always stayed in our own rooms every night. What makes it different now?
"It's hard to control my wolf now that you know you are my mate," he turned his head away awkwardly, "You don't know how many times he urged me to... do stuff for you."
"Do what?"
He gave me a tight-lipped smile and said, "Things that you don't want to know, yet." He walked to the sofa and threw his body atop of it, saying, "I will sleep here tonight. You don't have to mind me."
I nodded and tucked myself into bed. The warm and soft quilt won over me from the very first night I laid beneath it. I was used to sleeping on a hard and damp underground floor, so the feeling of sleeping in such a high-quality bed was very pleasant and comforting.
