I froze for a heartbeat, heart pounding in my chest, as I realized Elliot hadn't grabbed his t-shirt after leaving the bathroom. Jared had scuttled back to his den, absorbed in his little Lego world, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of our apartment. I tried to tidy the living room, straightening cushions and folding throws, but time slipped past unnoticed.
The sudden creak of the bathroom door made me spin around instinctively. There he was Elliot, hair still damp, wearing only his slacks. The apartment seemed to shrink around him. My wolf senses prickled, alert to every subtle scent, every taut line of his muscles. Under the soft lighting, the contours of his shoulders, the sharp planes of his collarbones, and the defined ridges of his abdomen were all exposed. His belt lay forgotten at his side, and I felt a shiver of primal caution and something dangerously close to desire crawl up my spine.
