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And now he had no choice but to go to her, and he prayed she didn’t reject him He prayed because, suddenly, life looked very bleak without her

Dawn adjusted the shower to a temperature as hot as she could stand and, naked, stepped beneath the stinging spray of three separate shower heads

For pity’s sake, who needed three shower heads in one shower? It defied explanation Just as the e inside her defied explanation She felt like crying She wanted to lay her head against the shoall and sob, but Dawn hardly ever cried Not when she was hurt, not when she was angry, not when friends died or when they walked away

She hadn’t fallen to the floor with the screa inside her when she learned herinside her now escape

Because she wanted to pray And if Dawn didn’t cry, she certainly didn’t pray Why pray to a God that had deserted her? That hadn’t heard her screams as a child, and hadn’t heeded her tears? She believed in His existence, but unlike other Breeds, she didn’t believe He agreed with theirs

She shook her head and washed her hair quickly before tipping her head back to rinse the soap from her hair As her head lifted, her eyes jerked open, and her lips parted on a gasp

The shower door was open and Seth was stepping into the spray of water Powerfulout froorged, his cock demanded her attention

A light mat of hair covered his chest and arrowed down his abs It sprinkled over his ars, and as she watched he slowly soaked the cloth he held in his hand and soaped it with a bar of sweet-s soap that he held in his hand

“Ten years ago,” he said, “I started collecting soaps for you There were about half a dozen before I was led to believe that you didn’t want me, that you wouldn’t want me But somehow, the habit held There are over two dozen now Several are quite unique, one-of-a-kind scents just awaiting your approval before the soap makers I found create more of what you enjoy”

Her lips parted in surprise as he carefully set the creamy bar on an inset shelf

“This one I found in Morocco” He stepped forward and laid the cloth at her neck before beginning to wash her “There’s just the lightest touch of sandalwood, though it’s often used just for ht perhaps a scent that denotes male and female would be appropriate A combination of us both”

Dawn almost swayed as she stared up at his face, fascinated by this inforentleness and the heat in his expression

“The scent is simply Dawn,” he said softly “The soap maker said it would hold the scent of a new day Fresh and renewed, and touched by fire”

And that was how it s or even musky Just clean and warm as it frothed with thick, rich bubbles

“I think I like this one,” he told her, his voice harsh despite its gentleness “It does smell like you, Dawn Like both of us, combined”