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Clara said, “I guess I could understand that.”
She smiled at him, although Dillon thought that she was still a little hurt that he hadn’t trusted her with his secret before now.
“I just found out that my best friend, who I’ve known my whole life, is a shifter. She said the same thing. She never told me because she was always taught that she can’t tell anyone, no matter what.”
“Charlie is a shifter? That is good to know,” Dillon said.
“I guess I shouldn’t have told you that. I just figured that since you are a shifter it was okay for you to know.”
“I’m safe to tell, but you can’t trust all shifters,” Dillon said. “Some actually work with hunters to protect their own skin.”
“Oh,” Clara said.
“You might know more shifters and other supernatural people than you think,” he said. “At least fifteen percent of the population are shifters. Then, there are witches, vampires, and other types of people.”
“I think that more than fifteen percent of the people that I know are shifters,” she said.
“Hmm,” he said. “Maybe you are a shifter magnet.”
“I guess so,” Clara said.
“Earlier, I asked if you were okay. I heard you in my head, but not with my ears,” she said.
“Shifters can communicate telepathically. We can automatically communicate that way with other shifters and animals. We can communicate that way with mundane humans who we care about or who we have a connection with,” Dillon explained.
“Can you hear my thoughts?” she asked.
“Only if you want me to,” he said.
Clara had put on some music in the background and one of her favorite songs started to play.
She stood up and held out her hand.
“Dance with me?” she asked.
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Clara
The song was slow, and Dillon held Clara close to him as their bodies swayed in rhythm to the music. He looked down into her eyes. There was an ocean of emotions reflected in her deep blue eyes.
He lowered his head and gently brushed his lips across hers. She pressed in even tighter against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Dillon pressed his lips harder against hers, consuming her. He pressed his tongue against her mouth. She opened for him.
As their bodies swayed to the music, he made love to her mouth, tasting and exploring.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid her hands up his back, kneading his strong muscles with her fingertips. Clara lightly scratched his back and then flattened her hands out across his back, touching him.
He pulled her shirt out of her jeans and wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close to him.
“Shall we take this into the other room?” he whispered in her ear.
She grabbed his hand and led him into her bedroom. Clara quietly closed the door behind them.
Clara pulled Dillon’s shirt off. The sight of him standing in the middle of her bedroom with his bare chest and tight jeans was enough to take her breath away.
“You are an incredibly sexy man,” she said.
