She was anxious. Everything about it turned me upside down. My wolf shoved ten different scenarios into my mind at every moment.

I could hardly look at her without imagining what she looked like underneath that towel. I knew she’d looked like a goddess because there was no one else made for me.

She swallowed heavily, her hand tightening around the edge of her towel before she let it go. My brain malfunctioned at the sight of her.

She lifted her chin in a defiant way that ...