Sweat It Out

He wore a white shirt, buttoning it halfway and revealing his well-defined chest. Coupled with his oppressive temperament now, the sight was attractive.

But the nervousness that bubbled in Ashlyn's chest made it hard for to pay attention to his charm.

Although Ashlyn didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did, when those golden eyes started at her, holding an inexplicable emotion, it inadvertently gave birth to guilt inside her.

However, despite her thoughts being a mess at that instant, she didn't let any of that translate on her face. She stared at the man coldly and unwaveringly, as if not affected by his sullen mood.

"Change," he ordered.

She released a low growl, not willing to bow down to him.

What did he take her to be?

Was she going to bend in whatever direction he wanted her to?

She was someone with her own thoughts and consideration.

"Don't force me," he threatened.

And as always, helplessly, she could only succumb to the pressure applied. As her paws transforme