Wolfbane
“Come on, you can hang on to me. Just don’t act too obvious so we don’t get arrested for drinking in public and, in your case, underage drinking.”
He led me into the water, which was cold, but warm enough for those with werewolf blood. And alcohol blood, as in my case. I couldn’t help but notice his jacked body now that he had removed his shirt, his broad shoulders, large traps, and wide chest on display. My eyes trailed down his body, landing on his rock-hard abs, each muscle projecting against the deep grooves etched in his skin. His swim shorts sat low on his hips, revealing the well-defined V-cuts on his lower abdomen. Damn, he had an amazing body—he could have been a fitness model.
Bab Populer