Jo’s POV
“Oh, crap,” I say as I stand in the bathroom wrapped in a towel as water drips down my body. I forgot I have nothing clean to wear. I could ask one of the female tutors if they have any spare training clothes I could borrow. But they will be in classes, teaching right now. “Crap,” I say again, realizing I am going to have to walk through the halls of the academy wearing nothing but a towel.
It’s not that I am ashamed of my body. Because I’m not. But in my opinion, being naked should only happen pre- or post-shift. There is no excuse to be naked in public any other time.
Jupiter snickers at my predicament. “It’s alright for you, you have fur.” I snap.
I pull my short towel tighter as I walk out the door of my suite. The clothing bins outside are full of clothes. That’
