“He can just…shift back?” Tessa asked, her hand smoothing down his scales once more. There was a soft flash of blue light, and Luka stood there, Tessa’s hand now pressed to the naked skin of his muscled abdomen. She snatched it back as if he’d burned her. “That was rude,” she muttered. “You’re the definition of rude,” Luka said, eyes still scanning their surroundings. “How do you have pants?” Tessa asked. Luka arched a brow. “Are you wishing I didn’t?”
