~Solange~
I yelped, "Jax, what the f**k!" as the cold started mixing in, power flickering, but he was dragging me under the spray, clothes and all, "Come on, group shower, bro, don't be shy!" My binder shifted under the wet shirt, not holding perfect, water making everything cling, my n*****s hardening from the chill, poking through, this was a phenomenon known in girls but it was worse in werewolf girls, like terrible, and I crossed my arms fast, one hand pressing down hard to hide, but then Ryker bumped into us, his chest brushing mine accidentally in the chaos, solid muscle against my softer spots, and panic exploded, because if he felt that, the give, the curve, it was done. It was over for me.
I screamed, high-pitched without meaning to, "Jaxon, get off me, you asshole!" and
