Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

Genre Benders Snippet

Hot shower water ran down my back, and I was so close. Mmmm. That's it. Yeah. Unnnggghhhh. Relief. Thank the sands. Yes!

You done? a voice spoke in my mind.

My eyes shot open, and I whirled around, nearly slipping to my death in the slick shower. There was no one there. I quickly prodded around my climax-riddled brain. Holy fucking hells. It wasn't my dad or brother. It had definitely been male. Not Auntie or Uncle. They didn't say words anymore. Who else?

RONNIE?!

Hey, Euri.

Not cool, Ronnie. Not cool at all. What the fuck are you doing in my head? No one gets past my wank barrier. No one—

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Rolling his telepathic eyes at me, Ronnie cut off my storm. Some things are more important. Will you listen to me, or are you gonna throw a tantrum?

I sighed and turned off the shower, drying off and dressing.

Go ahead. Apparently I don't have a choice.

Wrong. You're choosing to talk to me. Your telepathy was wide open. You did this, not me.

I don't even know what you mean by that, Ronnie.

I think you do. You can try to lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me.

Dammit.

That's what I thought.

My heart fell onto the bathroom floor. The day had started out pretty good. I'd had a nice work out in the dojo and a relaxing shower. But things had taken a bad turn. Because the nice shower had been accompanied by a fantasy I enjoyed on a regular basis. When Portia Sloan had left without saying goodbye, a tiny memory had peeked out of her brain— the way she'd kissed my hand when we were fifteen. She'd wanted to do it again, but with tongue.

That tongue flicking against the back of my hand in her mind was all I needed to have a very good time with myself when I was alone.

And fucking hells, her twin knew about it.