I took a deep breath and watched him drink. One of my hands kept caressing his neck. I just wanted to be with him, and that was all. When he curled around me, I laughed. I could feel my cheeks blushing a little. Of course I knew what he wanted. Leaning closer, I touched his head with my forehead. I liked him as a wolf, but I just missed his man for so much that my heart ached. It had been a while since he had last been able to share a hug and all those simple things you can only have in human form, like holding hands or a simple kiss. I scratched his belly for a while and smiled.<br/><br/>"You know I love you in any form. But I want you in man form, if you can, love". My voice was barely a whisper. "I'll change if you can't. I just... miss you. You know." And I wanted us to be able to talk better, too, later. It was easier this way. Or I simply felt more comfortable. It was hard to explain. But it was just how I felt. But I also felt that, as his mate, I should listen to him and give him what he wanted, if possible.