She was highly distracting, pressed up naked against him, and Akeem gave in to the urge to dip his head to the crook of her neck, nose buried in her curls, and breathe in deep. He caught her eyes as he straightened up, keeping both arms around her, holding her close. He wanted to kiss her, but she deserved her answers, too. "I wasn't born a wolf. I was infected... seven years ago? I think. Yes. It's been - a journey, learning to control that side of me, but I feel I've a decent handle on it now."
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Date: 2016-10-17 12:19 pm (UTC)