Chapter 87 The Handfasting Ceremony

• *Ainslee*
• I suppose some people might think it strange to lay on the chest of a man who doesn’t have to breathe and is a few degrees cooler than you are. But I’m mated to him so I don’t really mind. I’m getting used to it.
• Rafe is sleeping soundly while I just watch him in the early dawn hours. His cheeks are cool like marble. I ran my palm over one of them, remembering how good it feels to have his cheeks pressed against my thighs. I shiver. There’s something to be said for older, more mature, more experienced men.