Asher’s POV
I lead Avril out of the ballroom and into my own room in the pack house. This should give us some space to talk. I can’t wait to get to know her. As I open the door to my room, I notice that she’s shaking. What could be wrong? I close the door behind us, and I turn to find that Avril’s dress is on the floor and she’s standing before me bare.
“Woah! What are you doing?” I ask. I can’t take my eyes off of her body. If she wasn’t shaking, I would have my hands on her already.
“I… uh… didn’t want you to rip it.” She stammers. “It was a gift.” She looks so frightened and pale. She seems to be forcing her hands at her side as if wanting to cover her body, but willing herself not to. The tremors were soft, but I understood her perfectly. I smile, grab a t-shirt out of my drawer, an
