Chapter 8 - Exposed will be released tomorrow, but until then, here is a sneak peek at a scene in the upcoming chapter.
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Gretter74
Every instinct urged him to walk towards the door, swing it open, and hold on to Liam. Wrap those fluffy hands around the jaguar and squeeze him into his chest. He would have already done that if he were at his normal height, but now he stood six inches taller, and his frame had enhanced muscular density, and he wielded unusual power. Aware of his strength, he fought the desire to hug his best friend to avoid overwhelming his physique.
That thought struck him, forcing him to occupy a dining chair, which struggled to support him. He slouched forward and raised both hands to catch his lowered head. Through the crotches of his fingers, he stared at his stretched and torn clothes around his enlarged body.
He felt ashamed. Ashamed of the horrendous complication. After all, Lupus was trying to hide from his best friend. He also worried that the jaguar would assume he had kept this hidden since the day they met at university.
“Alright, if you’re feeling up for it, are you ready to go hiking?” Liam’s voice emanated from beyond the door. “We need to beat the morning traffic, shorty,” he mocked with the same infectious, joy-filled tone.
If Lupus wasn’t trying to keep his size a secret, he would’ve flung that door open, and looked down at the short jaguar. Such behaviour would fit well in America. Not here, not in the UK.
Shame spread through him a weed. He wanted to reply; he craved to answer, ‘Just a second, I’ll be right out,’ or even a witty comment against Liam’s ‘shorty’ remark. He concentrated on figuring out an escape from this, if it proved possible.
The significant question: how much longer he could postpone Liam’s discovery?
“Would that work?” Liam’s vocalisation echoed through the entrance.
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Gretter74Every instinct urged him to walk towards the door, swing it open, and hold on to Liam. Wrap those fluffy hands around the jaguar and squeeze him into his chest. He would have already done that if he were at his normal height, but now he stood six inches taller, and his frame had enhanced muscular density, and he wielded unusual power. Aware of his strength, he fought the desire to hug his best friend to avoid overwhelming his physique.
That thought struck him, forcing him to occupy a dining chair, which struggled to support him. He slouched forward and raised both hands to catch his lowered head. Through the crotches of his fingers, he stared at his stretched and torn clothes around his enlarged body.
He felt ashamed. Ashamed of the horrendous complication. After all, Lupus was trying to hide from his best friend. He also worried that the jaguar would assume he had kept this hidden since the day they met at university.
“Alright, if you’re feeling up for it, are you ready to go hiking?” Liam’s voice emanated from beyond the door. “We need to beat the morning traffic, shorty,” he mocked with the same infectious, joy-filled tone.
If Lupus wasn’t trying to keep his size a secret, he would’ve flung that door open, and looked down at the short jaguar. Such behaviour would fit well in America. Not here, not in the UK.
Shame spread through him a weed. He wanted to reply; he craved to answer, ‘Just a second, I’ll be right out,’ or even a witty comment against Liam’s ‘shorty’ remark. He concentrated on figuring out an escape from this, if it proved possible.
The significant question: how much longer he could postpone Liam’s discovery?
“Would that work?” Liam’s vocalisation echoed through the entrance.
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