NOVALIE’S POV
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I can’t help but feel nervous , awkward and like my skin is exploding with fireworks . His musky scent infiltrates my nose over and over as his sweater sits on me like a dress . The sleeves are too long , it comes to my knees and it falls straight down my sides , not even touching my waist unless I sit or lay down .
Sitting on the bed , my cheeks are heated from his compliment of me being able to be a model .
It honestly seems too good to be true , I never hated the way I look , but I also never thought I was the prettiest girl around and here , this man tells me I could be a model .
It’s literally a girl’s favorite thing to hear because it means that we are beautiful .
Should I do it ?
‘If you want to .’ Sofie shrugs and I wonder if there are even other wolf models
