Marcel's POVThe door creaked open, and I expected her to come out wrapped in towels and attitude.But what I got instead?A naked, dripping temptation wrapped in nothing but defiance.For a solid three seconds, my brain completely short-circuited. No thoughts. No words. Just her. Bare, bold, it fucking physically hurt to look at her.She knew exactly what she was doing. The way she lifted her chin up, the way she swayed her hips from side to side, and the way she walked to me— no, the way she strutted— like the damn earth was meant to serve her.Then she stopped before me, striking a pose, her wet messy hair around her shoulder, tempting me to grab a fistful. She looked like she walked out of my most ethereal dream and was sent by the goddess to punish me.My wolf growled in approval, and I clenched my hands by my side, trying my hardest to ground myself.Don't look! Do not react! Do not let her know that she's driving you fucking insane!But who was I kidding?My eyes moved up like
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