Maxim POV
She stiffens beside me, which is very unlike her. It piques my interest for sure.
“I… euhm… I’m just not comfortable in more revealing clothes”.
I know she is what some would call a “prude” a bit, especially for werewolves who walk around naked half the time. But somehow I get the feeling that isn’t the issue here. Or not entirely, at least.
“What do you mean? Why not?”.
“I just euhm… I don’t know. I’m just uncomfortable”.
“So when you go for a swim…”.
“I don’t go for a swim”. Come to think of it, she has indeed never accompanied us for a swim in all those years she spent her summers here. She always had an excuse for not being able to come.
“Why?”. I frown.
“I just don’t feel comfortable, Max. My body is hideous, and I am fat for a werewolf”. She blurts out irritably
