Chapter 69

Addy’s POV

I blinked awake, forehead plastered against supple wolf fur—Rocky’s luxurious lower back, to be exact—and immediately remembered that I was sleep-butt-naked again. Fabulous. My blankets had staged a midnight jailbreak, leaving me draped over a giant wolf like some half-finished burrito. I launched my head backward, fully expecting to catch Rocky snickering, but nope: his head was turned, and his intense golden gaze was trained squarely on my bare behind.

Cue red-hot Mortification Mode. I yanked the blankets back over me as if fabric could erase the fact that my butt was Exhibit A in a very weird wolf art show. My cheeks burned hotter than my electric blanket ever could. Beneath the rumpled T-shirt riding halfway up my back, my unmentionables—or lack thereof—had been on full display. And, yes, my vagina was practically giving Rocky a bonus safari tour. I was about 95% sure he’d seen everything. That last 5% was pure self-delusion.

“Still trying to