"We moved in here today and so there's nothing I can offer you," she informed him as she looked his way. She saw he had become stiff, almost as though he was controlling himself. As if he was pushing something within, depriving it of surfing.
'A fart, maybe,' Eleanor thought as she stifled her laughter. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he rubbed his palms together. His veins drew against his skin, forcefully showing as he clenched his fingers into his palms.
'Control yourself Scott, please.' Alan warned his wolf as he tried to not give him control.
'I can't! You are not the one with the over-sensitive nose. She didn't wear the perfume today,' Scott also defended himself. 'Either that or I shift into our wolf form in front of her.'
He saw how Alan shook his head violently against the thought of shifting in front of her.
