Forty Seven

Ashira’s POV “What are you doing?” I turned to Aiden and my forehead creased when I saw his dark irritated expression. My hands that holds the hem of my shirt freeze from taking the fabric off as I try to analyze the meaning of Aiden’s moving jaw. He was so excited a few seconds ago and now he looked angry at something I can’t think of. Wow. This guy’s mood transition is fascinating at times. “Getting ready to shift?” I said, reluctant if I did something wrong. “You’re not taking your clothes off. Let it shatter and shift. Now.” He ordered. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Aiden, no one-” “You won’t need your clothes on the way back either.” he insisted, ignoring my whim. My arms fell on my sides as I sighed. “Fine.” He smirked and gripped the band of his pants which where I narrowed my eyes to. “Don’t!” I said in a commanding voice, copying the way he sounded. “Let it ripped when you shift, baby.” I even copied his smirk when he tilt his head to the side, ‘unbelievable’ was stapled on h