Samantha
I keep staring at the bulge in Holden’s boxers. I hear him laugh and look away. “S-sorry,” I mumble. A hand touches my arm, and I jump. “I didn’t mean to stare.”
Holden is right in front of me with a big smile across his stupid, handsome face, “You are my mate, Samantha. You can stare.”
I sigh and pull away from him. “I have to shower and get ready for dinner,” I say and bolt into the bathroom. I slam the door and lock it. Aria whimpers. ‘What?’ I huff at her. She says nothing as I start the shower and strip off my clothes.
The hot water feels good as it cascades my tense body. I lean my head against the cold tile and close my eyes. Images of Holden’s nearly naked body dance in my mind as I imagine what is in those boxers. ‘Stop it,’ I hiss at Aria.
‘I’m not doing anything,
