Chapter 50

Lila’s POV

When Rowan finally polished off his snack, we made our way upstairs to the shower. My wolf was chilling out—no crossover drama like last time—so my only real concern was that we were both ridiculously naked. And by ridiculously, I mean “someone get me a blanket, a robe, possibly a discreet cardboard cutout.” Yeah, I knew he had the better view, but holy hell, it did NOT help diminish my hot-flush panic.

I tried to pretend I was cool with his body—I really did. In my fantasies, I’d already be used to it: “Yup, that’s just Rowan, nothing to see here.” Reality check: my brain went full-functioning puppy whenever he turned around. Watching him climb the stairs in nothing but skin and confidence? My pulse pitched a fit. Werewolves have great hearing, by the way. Did you know all that blood-rushing-to-the-lower-extremities thing makes your ears ring? Yeah, exactly.

We stepped into the shower, he tapped that nifty keypad thing, and I hurtled under the ne