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As soon as I stood, he shifted back into a man. A smoking hot man. 

I caught a glimpse of his bare shoulders as he pulled on pants and a t-shirt. From the back, he looked great in a pair of track pants. 

Luckily for me, him being a bear meant I didn't have to imagine what he looked like with nothing on at all. 

I glanced up at the damp ceiling. "A cave? Do you hibernate?"

He glared at me. I laughed. I couldn't help it. 

"You have a cave. Like a real bear." 

"I get it." 

"Do you get a lot of bear jokes?" 

"No one knows except my unit. They're shifters too. So no, it's not funny." He said that, but he didn't seem pissed. 

"So, if wolf shifters are called werewolves, are you called a werebear?" I fanned my face as I snickered. 

"Sorry. I think I'm delirious." 

He shook his head. "My CO calls us Carebears when he's mocking us during training." 

He didn't Iaugh exactly, but he did make a small huffing sound. Close enough. So he did have a sense of humor. Maybe it was just buried deep.

He lit several lanterns that hung from the cave wall with a lighter. I had known he was in shape, but the t-shirt showed off even more of his impressive build. 

I'd have been happy if he'd Ieft the clothes off.

As it stood, I wanted to put my hands all over him. My year-long dry spell hadn't affected me-until now... 🔥