I look down at her, and the desperation in her eyes makes me want to ask her why she doesn't want me to look at whatever's on her back. But that look in her eyes, it makes me reach over and flick off the light switch, shrouding us in darkness.
Her hands are gripping my upper arms, and when she releases a breath, my curiosity is piqued. It feels like scarring, an odd thing for a wolf shifter to have. It must have been a bad injury. Wolf shifters have quick healing. Therefore, very few of us have scarring.
However, feeling her relax in my arms, I turn my attention to the current situation. I kiss her again, this time trailing my mouth over her chin, along her jaw to nibble on her ear. "Should we get rid of the dress?"
She hesitates and then nods, quickly pulling it off in the process.
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