Amely

“W-what?!” Amely stuttered, her mind trying to understand what was going on.

“I'm not going to repeat myself,” he grumbled, a bit more annoyed.

“Um, no. I can take a bath myself,” she protested, not able to comprehend what he was thinking. Her mate was confusing her, and she was afraid to raise her hopes.

Jared sighed and reached out, lifting her up and at the same time grabbing her dress. He quickly pulled it over her head and threw it on the ground. Amely just gaped at him, slumping back on the bathtub's wall.

His eyes roamed from her face to her body and curvy breasts, slowing down...