Dhiate memorized the feel of the way her hand guided his down his body. She removed her hand, and he did exactly as she had done. It clicked perfectly. He'd been focusing too much. Dhiate looked up at Amy's smirk and beamed brightly. She was a good teacher.
Dhiate's smile vanished and his eyes grew rather large when she took off her shirt. He'd never seen those before. His mouth grew dry and he swallowed. He wished he understood her. She was a beautiful woman, but unfortunately he didn't swing that way. He took a single, hesitant step back before he was wrapped in her embrace.
The slender, pale wolf stood rigid. His body was like a pillar of wood, not even daring to breathe. He didn't know what to do. His blue eyes were wide and filled with an emotion akin to fear. Dhiate's mouth opened as if to speak but snapped shut when her nose brushed his. Her breasts felt strange on his chest and almost every hair on his body stood up. Why was she doing this to him? He felt her breath in his ear and it took all of his willpower to repress a shudder. He was almost certain that he could hear Raoth cackling in the wagon. Dhiate now knew without a single doubt in his mind. The poor boy was completely and utterly gay.
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