Nicole's Pov
I step out of the bathroom, my face freshly washed, my hair loosely falling down to my shoulders, and dressed in Drake’s t-shirts that he had sneak into my bag after visiting the pack. The over sized garment falls to mid-thigh, its sleeves slightly too long for my arms. I tug at the hem absently, but when I look up, I freeze at the expression on Drake’s face.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, his eyes lighting up as they take me in. His lips curl into a soft, appreciative smile, and he shakes his head slightly, as though he can not believe what he is seeing.
“You’re beautiful,” he says simply, his voice warm and sincere.
I feel my cheeks flush, a small, shy smile tugging at my lips. “It’s just a shirt,” I say, my voice soft.
Drake chuckles,
