Her breasts are shaped perfectly and she has curves all in the rights places. “Hi,” I say flirtatiously. Why am I getting re...lly horny? I think to myself. “You need to learn how to mask your thoughts,” she smiles at me. Her words blast through my ears. Did I make her angry? Why is she yelling so loud? “You are a Zozian,” she explains. “You have heightened senses.” I hold my hands over my ears. “Whisper!!” I bark. . How about you?”I’d felt relieved and disappointed, trying to hide both by turning my back to her as I looked for a clear spot in the clutter strewn around the room where I could put down my bundle of clothes, the reluctance I felt as I pulled back the covers, looked at her as she laid on the pillow, as I climbed into the strange warmth and wrap of her bed.We’d slept together, side by side that night. She smoothed my hair and I’d drifted off, my hand in hers, the unfamiliar mix of smells around. Once he reached Dane’s horse, Keal grabbed the bridle and twisted her horses head causing it to lay down. Dane was not expecting this and was thrown from his saddle.Dane got to his feet quickly, showing his fighting skill and experience. Keal just faced him and laughed. This made Dane angry, he slashed at Keal with his sword. Keal just blocked his attack with his bracer covered forearm and slashed Dane from his left shoulder to his right hip. The three-bladed sword left shredded and left a huge. A lot. And the more time I spent with her, the more I liked. It wasn't just the fact that she was stunning. We seemed to click. We had so much more in common than Monica and I ever did. I probably laughed more in the two conversations I had had with Skye than I did in the four months I dated Monica. Whether we had sex it not, I wanted that version of Skye to return.I found myself comparing Skye and Monica to each other, unintentionally of course. They were different in almost every way. Monica.