Chapter 39

Angel’s POV

I began to follow Jasmine out the door, but he swiftly grabbed me by the waist. "Not you, princess," he purred huskily in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware that he wasn't wearing anything underneath the towel around his waist, and it was pressed against me. "You want me to stay?"

"We're mates, we can at least get used to dressing in front of each other. Of course, unless you're uncomfortable-"

"No, I agree with that." I walked over to the bed, feeling the warmth of the room against my skin. As I reached for the clothes, I hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of the intimate atmosphere. With a deep breath, I began pulling the oversized shirt up, the fabric brushing against my bare skin. Suddenly, the realization hit me that I didn't have a bra on, and a flush of embarrassment colored my cheeks. "Uhh—"

"I'll go first." His eyes locked onto mine as he unwrapped the towel, letting it drop to the floor. I felt a sudden wave of fear,