The shower was next.
"You smell," I told him bluntly. "Like dirt and blood and... wolf. You need to get clean."
He sniffed his own arm, then shrugged like he didn't see the problem.
"Humans bathe. It's non-negotiable." I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was warm. Steam started to fill the small bathroom. "See? Warm water. It feels good, I promise."
He eyed the spray with the same suspicion he'd given the toilet.
"You have to take off the clothes first," I added. "Can't shower with clothes on."
That, at least, he seemed to understand. He reached down and grabbed the hem of the too-tight shirt, pulling it over his head in one motion.
I should have looked away. I definitely should have looked away.
I didn't.
His body was... god, his body. All lean muscle and p
