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So damned good.
This guy could really cook.
“No,” I lied, through a mouthful of potatoes.
“Alright then.” His eyes slowly raked over me from head to toe, and then back up, before locking with mine once again.
“Go back to sleep,” I grumbled.
He studied me for another long, long moment before he rolled to his back, and a moment later, resumed snoring.
My raging bladder picked that moment to make me nearly piss myself.
“Wait, wake up,” I blurted.
He rolled back over, sleepy green eyes staring at me.
“I have to pee, but my wolf won’t let me leave you.”
He rolled out of bed, then, his feet landing firmly on the floor before he extended a hand toward me.
I reluctantly took it, leaving my food on the ground as Zed helped me to my feet. Neither of us acknowledged that we were both naked, and I refused to glance down at his crotch to see whether or not all my bare skin was affecting him.
We crossed the hallway, and Zed put his back to me as I awkwardly stepped over to the toilet.
“You’ll hear nothing,” I warned him.
“Absolutely nothing,” he mumbled an agreement.
I did my business, trying not to stare at his tight ass, and then washed my hands. He was leaning heavily against the counter, and I could tell he was already starting to doze off again.
“Can you shower? I need to, too,” I said hurriedly. “There’s food in my hair.”
“Mmhm.” He agreed, but didn’t move.
I turned on the water and helped him into the shower really quickly, still making it a point not to look at his junk. He threw shower gel onto his gorgeous long hair—making me cringe—and then scrubbed himself down quarter-heartedly before getting out and throwing a towel over his head. I washed up just as quickly, and then we shuffled back to the bedroom awkwardly.
Zed collapsed on his side of the bed unceremoniously, as I sat back down on the ground in front of my food.
Unfortunately, my wolf picked that moment to try to claw her way free—and a small shriek had me grabbing my food plates while I launched myself back into the bed. I nearly rolled right off the edge again in the process, but managed to save myself from an assload of broken bones—and to put my bare ass right in Zed’s hand.
“You trying to jump me, July?” the groggy werewolf teased. His lips were curved upward slightly, and dammit, that almost-smirk was killer.
I hated it when people called me the wrong month for my name. I wasn’t the asshole who named me after one of the damned J months.
“It’s June,” I snapped, grabbing a roll off the side of my plate and smashing it onto his forehead. It was still warm, and butter oozed out over his face. The butter was unintentional, and I felt kind of bad. My anger wasn’t exactly rational in the moment. Not that any of my other emotions were, though.
Zed lifted a finger and wiped up the dripping butter, then stuck his finger in his mouth.
“Thanks for the snack.” His lips curved upward a bit more, his eyes hooded and staring into my damned soul.
They closed after a long moment, and then he fell back asleep.
I couldn’t do a damned thing but gape at him.
He was… not normal.
My ass was in his hand, but he hadn’t squeezed it, or even wiggled his fingers in an attempt to slyly cop a feel.
