Page 63 of Thrown to the Wolves (Mate Hunt 1)
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"I hate you," I groaned, smacking him in the chest.
"Hate's not that far from love," he remarked.
"Mention love again and I will let my wolf take over next time," I said into his pec.
"Vicious," he drawled.
"Very." I let go of him. "Alright, sit on the toilet like a heathen."
"Yes ma'am." He shot me a grin, plopping down on his ass on the closed toilet lid.
I'd never seen someone so happy to sit on a toilet. But I didn't want to hear the reasoning behind his grin, so I just turned on the shower.
