She blinked at him in shock. It would have been amusing if he weren’t so damned big. Inside the privacy of their home, he had turned to her and whispered his problem. “I mean that I can’t seem to locate the urge to shift back. I am stuck.” He crossed his arms and tried to look serious. She stared up at him and put her hands on her hips. He shook his head. “That is a cobra trick to make yourself look bigger, it won’t work on me.” “Fine. I will try another more basic tactic.” Ivy walked away from him to the large living room and stood in the centre as she unbuttoned her vest as slowly as she could manage. He was staring at her and rose so high his head hit the ceiling. “Ow.” “Stop daydreaming and pay attention.” She opened the row of five buttons and let the fabric hang. He moved closer, but she put her hand up. “Now, I know you are thinking of what you can do with your hands and mouth and that would be fascinatingly fun.” She worked at the tie of her skirt and let it whoosh to the ground around her.
