Aiden.
Bale strolled out of the pool, taking the stairs as his body dripped with water, hair clasped on his skin down to his neck when he took those dim golden orbs to me.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Neither could I stop the thoughts that swam through my head as my eyes grazed on that exposed perfectly chiselled body carved to perfection, my jaw dropping slightly.
When I eventually dragged my eyes off his body back to his eyes, a single brow was raised at me not in surprise, but in a frown.
Shit!
What is Bale doing here shirtless?
Why does he look so ripped?
Why the fuck am I here staring at a shirtless werewolf that looks so fucking good?
What the fuck am I doing having weird thoughts about a man?
