Caleb
She knows.
There was no getting around it. I had to make sure she got in and warmed up before hypothermia set in. Again.
“Listen.” We step out of the shower, and I hand her a towel. “Humans aren’t supposed to know about shifters.”
She turns wide eyes on me. I can tell she’s excited about it, which I get. She’s a scientist. A naturalist. Hell, she was thrilled to see me when she thought I was a normal bear. I bet her nature-loving smarty-brain is going crazy on this.
“I will take your secret to the grave,” she breathes with so much reverence I have to fight a smile.
“You have to. I never would’ve shown myself if your life hadn’t depended on it.”
The way she’s staring up at me is unsettling. So much gratitude and affection wrapped up in that gaze.
And coming in her mouth barely
