Deep down, I knew what I asked for. I wanted to see him. That might have been difficult, but I wanted to see him with no barriers. I wanted to see him shift into his wolf form.
He took a step back and his withdrawal made my heart clench in my chest. “Aaron.”
He shook his head, unwilling to grant my only request. “Zera, I have little control over my wolf’s form unless with practice. I do not want to scare you.”
I smiled and cupped his face, and my small hands barely did justice in covering up his face. His long lash fluttered at the touch of my hands and he sighed.
“You can’t scare me. You never have. Not really.” I smiled at him.
His eyes fluttered, and they met mine and I beheld the genuine vulnerability there. I knew my request was not one he felt the most comfortable granting.
He nodded and squeezed down on my hands, which held his face. “Okay.”