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Chapter Thirty: School before baby-making

*Macy's POV*

In the morning, I feel like an entirely different person. I'm still me of course, but an enhanced version of me. A happier version. In a sense, I feel like I'm completed, like I was missing a piece and I had just found it, which I can only contribute to finally fully establishing that magical bond between us. My key to happiness. I honestly thought this amount of bliss was unattainable, but I just proved myself wrong.

And the reason for this new sort of poetic epiphany is because of one person. The owner of the arm currently slung across my bare back, where it has stayed since last night after, possibly, the greatest experience of my life.

I smile exultantly and lay my head back down on Cayton's naked torso, listening to the constant beat of his heart. As cliché as it might sound, it's true when they say that two hearts can beat as one.

Cayton is still sleeping, even though the clock on the nightstand says that it's already half-past noon. Hell, I don't even know why I'm awake. Last night, although worth every second, was exhausting once all was said and done.

It's a few more minutes before I feel Cayton's arm tighten around me. Resting my chin on top of my hands, I watch as he slowly starts to wake up. His eyes immediately meet mine once they open, and with a smile that makes my insides churn like butter.

"Good morning sunshine," I greet, unusually peppy for just waking up. Not that I don't have a reason to be peppy.

"Good morning," he chuckles, obviously amused by my cheerfulness. "How are you feeling?"

I take a moment to assess myself. I know that losing your virginity is supposed to hurt, and there was a little pain down south, but other than that every thing is hunkey dorey.

"All good. Sore, but good."

"And you're not broken?" he asks, and I see the corners of his mouth twitch as he tries to stop from smiling. I, however, pull the covers up over my face as a rush of red colors my cheeks.

Somewhere in the heated moment last night, I had asked a completely off-the-wall question about whether or not that thing would break me. You couldn't blame me! After I asked that question—not purposely by the way, it was the product of a dysfunctional word filtering system—and Cayton had a minute to laugh at my expense, he simply replied 'one size fits all'. I will probably never hear the end of it.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I managed to thoroughly embarrass myself just before making love to my mate.

"We never speak of that again," I mumbled through the sheets. He laughs again and pulls the covers back, just enough to reveal my face before planting a tender kiss on my lips.

"Don't worry, it was... cute," he says.

"Cute," I scoff disbelievingly. We settle into a comfortable silence after that, which I'm completely content with. Cayton's fingers lightly trace patterns on my back, a warm sizzle of electricity accompanying his touch.

"So, what now?"

"Hmm?" he mumbles.

"Like, what now? Is this whole mating thing completed, or are there more steps that I'm unaware of?" I ask cluelessly.

I can feel him shrug. "Nope, we're fully mated now."

"So that's it?"

"Pretty much."

"And as of right now, I'm officially all yours."

"Exactly."

"And you're probably going to be ten times more protective and jealous?" I inquire.