Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

Genre Benders Book 3 Snippet

Humor worked with Shah, and I had some things tucked away in my brain. You see, the mental Faraday cage for my telepathy still worked. I just made it really small so it held a few things back while Shah could sense my feelings and thoughts. I still had secrets. I pushed one of my secrets at her overactive mind.

I was sitting in my office working, and Frank the mirka thwacked my earlobe with her tail, mentally, not in real life.

Shah chuckled against my chest. I pushed another memory out. I was sitting in my office chair, my chin in my hand, thinking about what Portia looked like when we woke up in the morning, and Frank the mirka pulled my hair, mentally, not in real life. Shah giggled.

Then I was eating oatmeal for breakfast and Frank stuck her tail in my ear, mentally, not in real life.

Portia lifted her head, laughing. "What, is Frank tormenting you? Telepathically?"

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"I think she's a prankster like the rest of us," I chuckled.

"Wait a minute. That sounds an awful lot like Ronnie. You think he put her up to it?"

I laughed fully. "Well, I wouldn't put it past him." Then I thought about all the stuff Shah and I could do to each other in bed telepathically. I mean, I could make her feel like I was hard and driving into her when I was really flaccid and underneath her.

"Wait a minute. What if it's not even Frank? What if Ronnie is actually the one doing this?!"

We bellowed in laughter, and I opened up my mental shield and dropped a ton of bird poop on Ronnie's face, mentally, not in real life.

Shocked to be hearing from me and Portia at night, Ronnie died laughing. He was also confused about why we were pooping on him when he and Frank were sleeping like normal people.

Take what you're owed, Ronnie. After all, we have a family rule about kindness.

Then I put up my shield so he could say no more. Portia and I giggled and giggled until we were too tired to keep our eyes open.

Magic Hour imagining of Frank, the mirka.