He just can't handle the fact that my main squeeze is a shape-shifter. She gave an exaggerated shrug. There was something else I should have been more worried about, something I'd forgotten. I usually fought my beast, whatever flavor it was, but not tonight.
There was a woman at the bar. He's not going to see your arms, or any other part of you. I'd never figured out how she let him go out looking like that. I could feel him stretched tight inside his shorts even through my jeans, but today that wasn't nearly as important as the smooth line of his throat.
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