Page 24 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Have a good night!” Jack calls, and I wave without looking back.

“Goodnight!” I say.

When we get to my room, I hesitate. I don’t know how to do this. Do I just strip down and get into my pajamas right here in front of him, or do I go into the bathroom to change? That would look weird, wouldn’t it, considering this is my own room?

But when I think about removing my clothes with Reiner anywhere near me, my stomach turns. I remember the way he looked at me last year, how disgusted he was, and my cheeks heat up. I can’t take seeing that look. Not again.

“Well, this is one for the books, huh?” Reiner jokes. “I don’t think I’ve ever had any girlfriend’s parents insist I sleep with her.”

“They’re not really my parents,” I point out, and I can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry about that. They’re really embarrassing.”

“No, it’s okay,” he says. “They’re nice. I can tell they love you.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “They do.”

“And they’re right,” he adds. “It’s not safe to be out there at night, not with all the rogues running around. That part was true, by the way, just in case you were wondering if they were making it up. I heard something about it the last time I talked to Rafe. He’s been patrolling the borders.”

“Oh.”

“But it’s not a big deal. Just a few stragglers. They’ll be gone soon.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my dresser. Like a gentleman, Reiner surprises me and turns around while I change. I turn my back to him as well, and as I strip, I hear the rustle of clothing behind me. Once I’m dressed again, I can’t helpmyself, and I peek over my shoulder. He’s taken his shirt off, and he’s standing in front of the bed in a pair of boxers.

Oh, shit.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him so… exposed. That day, I went to his house and he was completely naked, I just about creamed myself. But this is different. He didn’t know it was me at the door. This is… intentional. He’s just… standing there, and damn, he’s so fucking sexy.

His shoulders are broad and muscular, and his arms are thick and defined. His stomach is flat, and his abs are cut. He’s not overly ripped, but he’s definitely built. And those tattoos. I’ve never been a fan of them, but on him, they’re perfect. He’s so… masculine.

My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard, trying to bring moisture to my tongue.

“Jane,” he says, and his voice is low and gruff.

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.” That trademark smug grin is back, and I realize he’s caught me.

“I’m not,” I argue, and I’m pretty sure my cheeks are bright red.

“You are,” he teases. “And I’m not complaining. You can stare at me any time you want.”

“Whatever,” I scoff. I scurry over to the bed and climb in, pulling the covers up to my chin.

“Are you shy?” he laughs, and the bed dips as he climbs in next to me.

“No,” I lie.

“You are,” he says. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up,” I grumble.

“Make me.”

“What are we, five?” I roll my eyes.

He rolls over to face me, propping his head up with his hand. “This reminds me of when I would hook up with girls back in high school. They’d sneak me into their bedrooms, and we’d try so hard to be quiet because her parents were in the next room. It was a huge rush.”

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