Cait Shelter Novels & Stories

“Dammit, Adea. You can’t do that. Have you lost your mind? You could have been killed! Goddess.” “You don’t give me enough credit,” I teased. “Where have you been?” I asked, seriously. “My sister has been sick. I haven’t been able to. I’m sorry. I was able to get out tonight. Her condition finally stabilized.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “Happy birthday, Princess,” Shane whispered. “Yes, well. Here I am beneath a man in the dirt. How am I going to explain the clothes?” I asked. “I didn’t want you to scream. I was worried you were going to get us caught,” Shane murmured.

When Chastity had arrived home, she went straight upstairs to take a shower. Chastity was drying her hair with a blow dryer when someone knocked on the door. She had on a thick, white robe. “Come in.” The door opened to Caitlin. She was wearing a pair of white jean shorts that were halfway up her thighs. She wore a red halter top. Her taste in clothing had changed a lot when she had fallen in love with Alexander. No more conservative sister, Caitlin, that was for sure. “You’re home.” She closed the door behind her.