Shaking his head, Trevor entered the familiar darkness of his apartment and promptly forgot the conversation, writing it off as a figment of his imagination. Heading into the bathroom, he stripped down and stepped into the shower.
He loved taking a shower because it always reminded him of standing out in the rain. It was an odd idea, but because of it, his showers were never quick. This was where he solved most of his problems with mental rants that often outlasted the hot water. It was no surprise when the first thoughts that came to him were about Envy.
He soaped his body up but in his mind he was washing Devon’s scent off her. It seemed he wasn’t the only non-human who was drawn to her. It was a statistical fact that within the paranormal world there were hardly any females. That left
