There he was, standing in the middle of the yard, bare-chested despite the chill in the air, swinging an axe with a grace that defied the raw power behind each movement. His muscles rippled with every strike, his back and shoulders flexing as he split a log cleanly in two. The sight was… hypnotic.
My eyes trailed over him, from the sharp line of his jaw to the curve of his biceps, down to the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. How was he not freezing? The cold didn’t seem to bother him at all, and he moved with an effortless strength that made my mouth go dry.
*You’re drooling,* Autumn teased, her voice laced with amusement. *Better wipe near your mouth before you embarrass yourself.*
Startled, I brought a hand to my lips, only to find nothing there.
*Very funny wolf
