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smiling face an inch from his.  If she weren’t the least scary thing put on earth since marshmallow fluff, he’d have yelped.
    “Morning!” she chirped and pressed her lips to his for a sound kiss.
    His wolf wagged his tail like a puppy, the way the soft beast always did when his little hedgehog shifter mate was around.  Cutter would have made more effort, too, were it not for the fact that ninety percent of his body was still sleeping.  Instead, he scratched his nose and mumbled, “Morning,” in return.
    Lucie giggled and jumped off the bed, returning seconds later balancing an enormous tray laden with all sorts of delectable looking treats.  That made him wake up, especially when he smelled her pancakes.  There was nothing better to wake up to.  Well, there was one thing, he thought as his arousal surged.  But Lucie said she would only wake him up that way on his birthday and Christmas.  She didn’t want to spoil him too much.
    Speaking of spoiling him ...  His eyes hooded as they took in the slinky red nightie she was wearing.  It was a far cry from the usual flannel pajamas.  Not that he was complaining about them.  Lucie could make anything sexy, and he did get a thrill out of peeling them off her.  There was just something so wholesome about a female who wore bunny print pajamas.  And he did so love to be the big bad wolf who corrupted the sweet, little hedgehog.
    He pushed himself up the bed as Lucie plopped the tray onto his lap.  She smiled shyly.   A look entirely at odds with the sexy nightwear.  A little drool almost escaped his mouth as he feasted on the swell of her plump breasts and the way the material barely even grazed the tops of her thighs.
    Heat blossomed on her cheeks.  “You like?” she asked, clearly happy with his reaction.  She twirled, and he caught sight of her ass cheeks peeking out.
    He let out a groan, which is all he could manage at that moment.  Although he wasn’t exactly in charge of all his faculties at that moment, distant alarm bells did start ringing in his head, and his wolf let out a curious snarl.  The nightie, the hopeful smile, the mountainous breakfast… oh crap!   Was it her birthday?  No, no, she just celebrated her birthday two months ago.
    His eyes drifted down to the pancakes shaped like hearts.  And over the toast shaped like hearts.  And to the fried eggs which were also somehow shaped like hearts.   Okay, definite theme going on here .
    “Happy Valentine’s Day!” she squealed, jumping up and down.
    He took a moment to enjoy that.  Her body was poetry in motion.  It was one of the reasons why he insisted she come jogging with him.  Although, they never got very far.  He always got too excited and threw her over his shoulder so he could run home and corrupt her a little more.
    However, the next moment was another ‘oh, crap’ moment.  He’d forgotten Valentine’s Day .  Their first Valentine’s Day as a couple.  Honestly, in his heart of hearts, he didn’t think it was a big deal.  He’d never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.  None of the women he’d ever been with had ever expected him to be romantic or loving, and until Lucie, he’d never managed love.  Yeah, it wasn’t a big deal.  It was all just a marketing ploy anyway.  People who celebrated that kind of thing were idiots.  He didn’t need a special day to show his mate how he felt.  His feelings were implied – twenty four seven.
    He was about to tell her that when the happy smile plastered on her face wilted ever so slightly.  His wolf whined.
    “You forgot,” she said, with just a hint of disappointment.
    “No, I didn’t forget,” he lied, shamelessly.
    Lucie scrunched her nose, and he bit his cheek to stop himself from chuckling.  She did that when she shifted to her hedgehog, too.
    “You’re a terrible liar, James,” she said, with a small smile.
    Crud, she rarely used his first name and it generally wasn’t a good sign.
    “I