Trey lifted the shirt ever so slowly. He was expecting it. And Scarlett found herself anticipating, too.
"Wait," Scarlett stopped his movement. "By the way, why am I wearing this shirt? Where are the clothes that I wore?"
The male spat on the floor next to the bed. He growled, "They were another male's clothes."
Scarlett blinked, seeing his alpha male side. "So you threw it away and only gave me a shirt?"
"I will not have you wearing others' clothes, mate."
Scarlett then sniffed her shirt. It was obvious that Trey's smell was ingrained in this shirt.
Trey shifted his attention to the shirt hem again. The angry, possessive male had become docile again. When the shirt was finally lifted off, Trey raised his eyebrows at the sight. He whistled, making Mara purred inside Scarlett's mind
