FAO
The loud one was watching me.
She'd been watching me all evening — through the wine, through the questions, through Elowen's explanations of things I still didn't fully understand. Her eyes were sharp, assessing. Like a predator sizing up potential prey.
I respected that.
"Okay," she said now, setting down her glass. "Strip. I want to see the wolf thing."
Elowen made a choked sound. "Rowan, you can't just—"
"What? He said he has to take off his clothes first. I'm being practical." She waved a hand at me. "Go on, wolf-man. Show me what you've got."
I looked at Elowen. She was blushing, but she nodded slightly.
I stood and pulled off my shirt. Rowan wolf-whistled — a sound I now understood was meant to be appreciative — and Elowen threw a pillow at her.
"You're impossible."
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