3rd Person
Ethan glanced at Jane out of the corner of his eye. She’d been incredibly tense all evening, even with the pups. They were currently preparing dinner together, and every time Ethan came near her her little body wound up as tight as a spring. He couldn’t keep quiet anymore after she jumped three feet in the air from a light touch on the waist, simply because he’d wanted to nudge her out of the way of the silverware drawer.
“Janey, what’s going on? You’re being as skittish as a startled rabbit.” He asked, turning her to face him.
“Nothing.” She uttered, averting her gaze.
“Eyes.” He ordered, noting the way she squirmed against him rather than obey. “Now, little wolf.” He ordered. Jane gradually peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, sulking as she caved to his authority.
