Mairwen was asleep. She'd pushed the curtained walls of the nest she'd built aside and propped them open by pinning them under large books. She lay splayed across the sheets, still dressed, surrounded by open tomes, lips slightly parted as her chest rose and fell with slow breaths. The ache in my back faded as my shoulders settled, hands unclenching from the waistband of my trousers, the corners of my mouth quirking at the sight of my exhausted omega. She'd made me a nest of books.
