#Chapter 155: Breakfast In Bed

Alaric’s POV I woke up the next morning with Cara in my arms, asleep with her cheek to my chest. We were still in last night’s clothes, more or less, though I was missing my jacket, and my buttoned shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing the tank top I wore underneath. Her clothes were equally disheveled from an evening of aggressive making out and light petting. Our kissing in the gardens had moved to the bedroom, but while we touched and kissed, we never crossed the line into sex. After so fundamentally messing up the last time we’d been together, I was adamant to show more restraint now. I had to prove to Cara that my desire for her was for more than just her body. That hot passionate spark always sizzled between us, but it was not the entirety of what we were and what we meant to each other. At least, I didn’t want it to be. She was the woman that I loved, the mother of my children, and though I had so cruelly broken our mating bond in the past, I know wanted nothing mor