Colin announced his return home by bursting into the bathroom, claws out.
I nearly jumped out of my own skin, yelping and flailing and catching myself against the glass shower door with a clatter and bang.
The bathroom door whacked into the wall and bounced back, and I winced as Colin stopped it with a clawed hand.
If I didn't do some serious work to get those scratches out, there went my deposit.
He stood framed in the doorway, staring at me, as I got my balance back. "What the hell? Is something wrong? If you needed to piss, you could've just knocked!"
Colin slowly retracted his claws, the alpha glow in his eyes fading away and leaving them their usual dark brown.
He looked me up and down—slowly, and I couldn't parse the look on his face.
I fought the urge to cover my groin with my hands.
