to the shower stall. The water was perfect. Hot and steamy, just the way she liked it. Maybe there was something to this True Mate thing. Her mind replayed the feel of Flynn’s talented fingers and how easily he’d brought her to orgasm. Best not to reflect about that right now, though. All she wanted was to let the hot water soothe her a bit, then wash her hair and body. Everything else could wait till later, even though her body still thrummed with satisfaction.
After washing up she turned off the water and got out. She then went to the linen closet, pulling out two towels, noticing she wasn’t the least bit cold. She usually was after she got wet. The room must be heated or something, she thought. She wrapped the towel around her sarong-style because she had no clothes and absolutely refused to put that pajama top back on. Lord knew how long she had slept in it. But first of all, she wanted to see what her crying jag had done, so she stepped up to a mirror. It wasn’t too foggy, but she wiped it off anyway to see clearly. What she saw was her, but not her. So shocked at the reflection staring back at her, she didn’t hear Flynn come in.
“Sasha?”
She yelped in fright. “Jeez, Flynn, you scared the crap out of me.” His mahogany hair was still damp.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Feel better? I brought you some clothes.”
“Thanks,” she replied, looking back in the mirror, trying to figure out what had changed about her looks, because something was definitely off.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He stood beside her after laying out her clothes on the counter.
“I look different somehow.” She looked back in the mirror turning her face left and right.
“What do you mean?” His voice sounded a little off.
She ignored him as she looked closer. “I don’t know.” And then that was when she noticed it, or the lack thereof. “My tiny wrinkles are gone. Even the chicken pox scar on my temple and the scar over my right eyebrow. Everything is smooth.”
“Ah, well, that’s the virus at work. Not only does it alter the DNA, but it also renews and repairs on a cellular level. That’s why we age so slowly.”
“Oh, I just didn’t expect…I mean…” If her face was changed this much, then how did the rest of her look? She had to know. “Are those the clothes?” she asked, trying to nonchalantly get him out the door.
His eyes twinkled with amusement, the humor in their depths stating that he knew she wanted him to leave. “Yeah, the sizes should be close, but if not, we’ll find some that are.”
“Thanks.”
He went out the door, chuckling as he closed it.
She looked over the clothes briefly to see what he’d brought, wanting to see the changes to her body and scared to. But after laying everything out, she noticed that the jeans and shirt seemed a little small; she could put it off no longer. So, she faced the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She bent over and took the towel off, dropping it to the floor, then ran her fingers through the damp tresses; she flipped it back as she stood up.
Looking in the mirror, she could see that her hair was thicker, fuller, and shinier. It also had more of a red tint to it, like dark undertones. She couldn’t get this color out of a bottle if she went to every salon in the free world.
“Wow!”
Now the big moment, she thought, giving her hair one last look. She closed her eyes and let the towel drop.
“Okay, just breathe.” She slowly opened her eyes. What she saw made her gape in shock.
Chapter Four
“That is not me,” she whispered, covering her mouth in astonishment.
She had always been a bit thick. Not fat or chunky, but not as thin as she wanted to be. The mirror showed her otherwise.
From top to bottom, she had the body she had always wanted but could never achieve no matter how many diets or exercise plans she went on. Genetics wouldn’t allow it. But then, she
After washing up she turned off the water and got out. She then went to the linen closet, pulling out two towels, noticing she wasn’t the least bit cold. She usually was after she got wet. The room must be heated or something, she thought. She wrapped the towel around her sarong-style because she had no clothes and absolutely refused to put that pajama top back on. Lord knew how long she had slept in it. But first of all, she wanted to see what her crying jag had done, so she stepped up to a mirror. It wasn’t too foggy, but she wiped it off anyway to see clearly. What she saw was her, but not her. So shocked at the reflection staring back at her, she didn’t hear Flynn come in.
“Sasha?”
She yelped in fright. “Jeez, Flynn, you scared the crap out of me.” His mahogany hair was still damp.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Feel better? I brought you some clothes.”
“Thanks,” she replied, looking back in the mirror, trying to figure out what had changed about her looks, because something was definitely off.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He stood beside her after laying out her clothes on the counter.
“I look different somehow.” She looked back in the mirror turning her face left and right.
“What do you mean?” His voice sounded a little off.
She ignored him as she looked closer. “I don’t know.” And then that was when she noticed it, or the lack thereof. “My tiny wrinkles are gone. Even the chicken pox scar on my temple and the scar over my right eyebrow. Everything is smooth.”
“Ah, well, that’s the virus at work. Not only does it alter the DNA, but it also renews and repairs on a cellular level. That’s why we age so slowly.”
“Oh, I just didn’t expect…I mean…” If her face was changed this much, then how did the rest of her look? She had to know. “Are those the clothes?” she asked, trying to nonchalantly get him out the door.
His eyes twinkled with amusement, the humor in their depths stating that he knew she wanted him to leave. “Yeah, the sizes should be close, but if not, we’ll find some that are.”
“Thanks.”
He went out the door, chuckling as he closed it.
She looked over the clothes briefly to see what he’d brought, wanting to see the changes to her body and scared to. But after laying everything out, she noticed that the jeans and shirt seemed a little small; she could put it off no longer. So, she faced the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She bent over and took the towel off, dropping it to the floor, then ran her fingers through the damp tresses; she flipped it back as she stood up.
Looking in the mirror, she could see that her hair was thicker, fuller, and shinier. It also had more of a red tint to it, like dark undertones. She couldn’t get this color out of a bottle if she went to every salon in the free world.
“Wow!”
Now the big moment, she thought, giving her hair one last look. She closed her eyes and let the towel drop.
“Okay, just breathe.” She slowly opened her eyes. What she saw made her gape in shock.
Chapter Four
“That is not me,” she whispered, covering her mouth in astonishment.
She had always been a bit thick. Not fat or chunky, but not as thin as she wanted to be. The mirror showed her otherwise.
From top to bottom, she had the body she had always wanted but could never achieve no matter how many diets or exercise plans she went on. Genetics wouldn’t allow it. But then, she
Similar Books
