“Our room is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Our room is beautiful, isn’t it?” I repeated.
Cahl laughed as he undid the buttons on his shirt sleeves. I mechanically rub the sweaty palms of my hands on my jeans as the werewolf continued to unbutton his top.
“Can you go to the bathroom? We’re not at the stage of intimacy where we can undress in front of each other like it’s nothing,” I blurted out.
With the sides of his shirt wide open on his chest, Cahl gave me a long mocking look.
“Elizabeth?”
“Yes?”
“Haven’t I already undressed in front of you?”
“Yes, but if you had asked me beforehand, I would have suggested the bathroom, you see.”
“I see perfectly well. Elizabeth?”
“Yes?” I repeated in an innocent and perky tone.
“Have I not already expressly specified that s*x was
