Sage POV
His hands were gentle as he removed my shirt; he pulled me to him before moving my hair aside, unclipping my bra, and sliding it down my arms before dumping it on the floor. His hands run up my arms, stopping at my shoulders, and I shiver. My n*****s hardened from the cold, or maybe the shock made me feel cold, yet his hands were warm but never lingered on my skin too long.
“Sage?” I look at him, and he stares back at me as I try to decipher the look he is giving me.
“He wants permission?” Sierra says, making my brows furrow.
“Permission for what?” I ask worriedly; he wouldn’t try to mate me?
“No to shower with you, he isn’t sure whether you want him to stay or not,” Sierra answers, and I could hear Donnie talking to her; she had grown quite attached to his wolf, and Andrei n
