Emily Rose's POV.
Astonishingly, he is indeed a wolf!
He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. It was entertaining, but my overwhelming embarrassment prevented me from smiling.
"Okay," he sighed. "Are you a virgin or just shy?" he queried, nonchalantly sitting on the bed's edge while remaining bare in front of my cherry-red face.
"It's complex," I muttered, focusing on my hands.
He gently lifted my chin with his finger, forcing our eyes to meet. "I'm listening." "I-I... don't feel c-comfortable... being n-naked around others," I stammered, swiftly removing my head from his touch.
His brows furrowed. "Why?"
I shook my head, "I don't exactly fit the model type."
"And?" he probed further.
"I don't want to repulse you," I finally confessed my deepest fear. He was visibly ta
