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Nolan woke slowly, his senses gradually coming back to him. He felt a warmth at his side, and as he opened his eyes, he saw Layla's sleeping form, curled up against him.

He couldn't help but smile as he gazed at her peaceful face. But then, he felt something shift, and he realized that her arm was wrapped around his waist. He froze, unsure of what to do. Should he pull away, or should he let her sleep? He didn't want to wake her, but he also felt a little awkward.

"Fuck.." he cursed inwardly, he could feel that his feelings towards Layla were changing slowly. It felt as if he was beginning to acknowledge her like he should as she was his mate.

He was feeling more drawn to her.

What would happen when she woke up and realized how close they were? He decided to just stay still, not wanting to disturb her. But as he lay there, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. There was something about being so close to Layla that made him feel safe, and he found himself closing his eyes a