Had he growled at me before? I didn’t think so.
He growled again, and poked me in the bare leg with his nose.
It took a moment for me to register why exactly he was poking my thigh.
Tea had said he would be possessive… and what possessive guy wanted his chick walking around half-naked?
“Ohhh. You want me to put pants on.”
The wolf nodded violently.
I sighed. “Buddy, I’ll put on pants this one time, but the possessiveness is going to have to chill. Most of my actual clothing covers less of my skin than this t-shirt.”
The wolf growled at me again.
“Don’t make me flip you off,” I warned him.
He growled yet again.
“Fine. Keep growling and I’ll restrict your licking privileges. We both know you don’t want that.”
The wolf glared at me for a moment, and then let out a huff and a whine.
Then he licked my thigh.
“I didn’t think so.” I scratched his head, and the two of us headed up the stairs. “I just had an argument with a wolf,” I muttered as I walked. “Think I’m actually losing my mother-freakin’ mind this time.”
The wolf licked my leg again, oh-so-helpfully.
I found a pair of old leggings that had been worn so many times they were no longer tight to my skin, and tugged them on. Glancing at the wolf for permission, I waited for his nod before heading down the stairs again.
And yeah, I was starting to really hate those damned stairs.
Who had decided a house would be better-off cut in half with freakin’ stairs dividing it? Who the hell wanted to walk up and down stairs every day?
I left my shoes where they were and tugged the front door open, glancing both ways. The nights were still a bit cold, since it was springtime, but I ignored the chill in the air and considered my options.
Ebony’s house was two doors to my right—but if I went to her, I’d have to talk to her and Ford.
And they were so sickeningly in-love that they were probably having naked time at this point in the evening. My nose wrinkled at the thought of interrupting that.
Elliot had said his house was to my right, between mine and Ebony’s. He was nice, but definitely pretty enthusiastic. I grimaced at the thought of all that enthusiasm, and the chatter that I’d definitely have to survive while we hauled shit up the stairs.
To my left, I knew, was Dax’s place. He was much quieter than Elliot; I couldn’t recall him saying anything up until he introduced himself.
Not having to chat much definitely sounded the best, so I headed to my left, not bothering to shut the door behind me. Hopefully, I’d be back in less than two minutes.
I crossed the grassy yard between our houses, my toes growing icy as the damp grass tickled my feet. When I stepped up onto Dax’s porch, I rapped my fist against the door three times.
To be honest, I kind of hoped the guy wouldn’t answer.
Of course, the door swung open less than a minute later. A shirtless, sleepy-looking Dax stood in the doorway.
I took a step back, panic rising in my chest.
What the hell was I supposed to do with a hot, shirtless skyscraper?
“Del?” He looked just as surprised to see me as I was to see him.