Giselle
He grabbed me, and picked me up as I jumped into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and he turned to close the taps. I grabbed a towel on the way out, wrapping it around us. I was giggling like a school girl. Things felt normal again. Everything that had happened the last few days was forgotten, and we were in our little bubble. He put me down in front of my bed and dried me from head to toe, then dried himself and put a pair of boxers on.
“What’s that??” I asked, looking at him in my mirror pointing. There I was standing naked like the day I was born, and he was putting on boxers.
“Would you like more, beautiful?” He looked amused and my jaw dropped.
“More? Can you do more?” I whispered curiously.
“I’m a wolf, beautiful, and with you, I can
