GELLER'S POV
When I came back home, I had resolved to avoid and ignore Emory at all costs. But I can’t deny that I enjoyed provoking reactions from her. Like when I walked in on her wearing only a tiny towel. I noticed the way she hurried to clutch the towel tighter, her discomfort palpable. The way she instinctively tried to hide those smooth, milky legs that were mostly exposed. And how her skin flushed as my eyes lingered longer than they should have.
I admit, I shouldn’t have invaded her privacy. I should have walked away. But my damn wolf wouldn’t listen. It was captivated by the goddess-like figure before me, her beauty so natural and raw, untainted by pretense or effort.
When did she become this breathtaking? It was as if I was seeing her for the first time, and it left me reeli
