Silver Eyed Mate
Even now when he thought of her, his nether region couldn't help but act up.
“Seriously, dude,” Bryan scolded himself.
He really should take this seriously, as this was a real problem, but his body and his wolf couldn't help but react with excitement when the image of the assassin entered his mind.
He wore a jeans and reached for a shirt to put on, but then the door to his room swung open unceremoniously. An unwelcome intrusion, especially without so much as a knock.
“What are you doing here?” Grey asked with a scowl. It was Amaya, the red-haired female, who wouldn't stop bugging him.