Genevieve:
Wolvin rubbed his scalp, standing before me, seemingly attempting to grasp the events of the past few minutes. Then, he lowered his gaze and became aware that he wasn't wearing a shirt. His shorts hung extremely low on his waist, revealing the base of his p***s.
I averted my gaze promptly and hugged myself. It felt incredibly inappropriate to catch a glimpse of his d**k.
"I apologize, I suppose?" he sounded genuinely bewildered. After a moment, I could hear him rummaging around in the closet. Several minutes later, he spoke up, "You can face this way now."
As I turned my gaze back towards him, I observed him running his fingers through his hair and securing it in a man bun.
“Don’t listen to them and don’t let them make rules for you,” he went on, moving around and picking u
