DANIKA
I am most definitely not dreaming, I think. But how is he standing here in my room looking as sexy as a forbidden fruit? He's half hidden by the shadows and slightly illuminated by the moon's glow, his muscles in full display. Those shimmering blue eyes of his are wide, his damp hair falling loosely over his face and hanging down to his shoulders. He seems to be just as shocked as I am. Did he teleport? Do werewolves even do that?
"I—" he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He's short of words. I almost smile. But for some reason, my gaze keeps lowering to the obvious bulge under his towel.
I swallow hard, my throat dry.
"Are we just going to gawk at each other?" I croak, forcing my gaze to meet his.
"I panicked. It's the only thing that explains why I'm here," he rasps, an
