GODFREY'S POV.
She walked closer to me, a small mischievous playing on her lips. I took a few steps back, my eyes never leaving her.
“My queen,” I stuttered. “I should get going now.”
“You need some rest, Godfrey, you might have healed but you still need rest.”
“Then I would go rest in my room,” I smiled, as I turned to go but stopped immediately realizing my shirt wasn't on.
I turned back to the bed, and there it was, lying on her bed, the queen to the bed, she walked over picking it up.
“Please, don't complicate things, I just want to go,” I screamed in my head.
“You sure, you don't want her to complicate things?” My wolf asked.
Sometimes I wish we had the opportunity to ditch our wolves for just a few minutes, we were never on the same page.
“Your shirt,” she smiled, han
