Summer just grinned down at him. “You love me this way. You don’t want me to change.”
“Not even a little bit.” He grinned and then frowned, realising how that might come across. “I mean, I love you no matter what body you have, okay? You’re still my Summer.”
The redhead just poured another handful of water over the werewolf’s head, plastering the curls flat. “I know what you meant.”