Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,12

locked her side of the door and then mine, letting out a small sigh at having a moment to collect my thoughts.

Well, today would be interesting. At least I could say that.

I laid out my clothes on the sink and looked over my somewhat well-rested expression. Thank the Maker I’d gotten some sleep, I needed more but my fox was perfectly fucking rested and currently annoyed that we were away from Dylan. Tough shit.

The guest bathroom was actually rather nice and everything looked fairly new, making me wonder if Lena’s brother had helped her redo the place. Last night she’d mentioned her adorable bakery, Bunny Bites, had only been open since Christmas time but was doing really well for her. Honestly, I was a bit jealous because I’d always had my own dream.

To open my own dance studio.

As I said, once I had decided I didn’t want to go into a company and wasn’t a fan of going off to college, there seemed to be only one thought that did appeal to me. Opening my own dance studio. I didn’t think that would happen here, but it was a wish of mine.

Up there with having a family of my own. I knew it sounded a bit cheesy, but I’d had such distant parents, I wanted to correct that concept of what ‘family’ was in my head. I wanted a loving husband and kids of my own. For someone who hadn’t ever dated, it was a long shot. Foxes had mates, right? I frowned as the image of Dylan popped up in my head.

I had no right thinking about him like that. We’d just met.

For now, I would just focus on the luck I had to run into such nice people in a new place. I’d been a bit wary at first, wondering if they wanted something from me, but my fox had trusted them so I rolled with it. She’d never been a huge fan of my parents which I’d thought was odd. Then again, it was very clear that they considered me more of a burden on their image than anything else.

The hot water of the shower rolled across my skin as my eyes closed. A shiver ripped through me as I instantly imagined the water covering my body was instead Dylan’s fingertips, his hands skimming my skin as his hard length pressed against me from behind. I almost let out a moan before I opened my eyes, trying to think of anything else.

I had a feeling that the two of them had hearing as good as mine and I did not need to be caught touching myself in someone else's home. I washed my body, not letting myself linger despite my tightened nipples and drenched center, my sensitivity ten times worse than it had ever been. Damn him. He had way too much of an effect on me.

Sure, I’d been turned on before. Hell, I’d watched my fair share of porn and even climaxed to it a few times but this was different. This was an entirely new level, and I had the horrible frustrated feeling that only Dylan would be able to solve this.

I froze for a moment, my fingers pausing mid shampoo scrub as my ears perked up, hearing two additional deep voices joining the murmur of conversation outside. A weird dizzy wave came over me as I gripped the shower wall, my breath catching as my knees almost broke. A pulse of desire surged through me as I felt my eyes flutter shut. Holy fuck. What was going on with me?

…then suddenly, not a moment later, I was totally fine.

I inhaled sharply, my mind feeling less foggy as I regained focus. Shit. What the actual fuck? I tried to turn my attention on massaging the conditioner into my hair, desperately needing it because of how tangled it was from that damn beanie.

At least my hair was odd enough to warrant a distraction. I examined the lavender ends of my hair and briefly wondered, not for the first time, how I had ended up with purple hair. Genetics generally dictated that kind of thing and I can assure you neither of my parents had purple hair. My fox did, though. Her fur was the same as my lavender locks instead of the rusty red of those in nature.

Lena had teal hair and she said her mother had the same, it would explain why her fur was teal as well, something she had complained about. I thought