Epilogue: Part 4
“Jase put on those things,” I said with a plea in my voice as I caught Jase after a half-hour glaring at the t-shirt and a pair of jeans spread on the bed and obviously untouched.
Jase turned to me, the glare still present. “I don’t want to,”
I exhaled, “Why?”
“I don’t like them. I don’t like them on you either,” the taller werewolf bitched, throwing daggers at the t-shirt and jeans I was wearing.
“Is that all?” I asked impatiently.
“No. They… they’re too hot. I wore them before only to please you because you seemed not to feel comfortable with me walking around naked, but now you do, so what’s the point of wearing them?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Jase, love…” I started, smoothing the t-shirt and jeans I was wearing with my hands, avoiding Jase’s eye.
