“You, uh, said you had a problem with it last time,” he mumbled with a shrug. “Did I?” “Uh, yeah,” he replied, shifting uncomfortably. “You were mumbling in your sleep about my shower scalding you.” I turned beet red. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” I choked out, feeling nervous again. “Stop,” he warned with a smile. “It was cute.” “Cute?” I squeezed out, practically hyperventilating. “Uh, yeah, I’ll put some clothes out for you again.” Johnny’s cheeks turned a flushed shade of pink as he stepped around me and hurried back into his room. “Same as last time.” “Where will I put my clothes?” “Just throw
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