Ollie’s POV
My breath hitches as every square inch of me seems to come alive, ignited by Conrad’s closeness and his near-nakedness. With both hands on the wall, the towel around his waist sags dangerously. I fight to keep my eyes on Conrad’s face.
After gaining my wolf, even with her repressing herself, I see more, hear more, feel more.
I watch a bead of water slip down from his shoulder, tracing the line of his pectoral as it goes on a journey southward.
I hear the deep rumble emerging from him with each breath. He’s so annoyed with me, he’s practically growling.
Those eyes of his, so intense, bearing deeply down into mine. How can someone look at me so coldly while making me feel so hot?
It takes everything within me to push down on those rising feelings of lust. Gods, I want to ki
