“What are you doing?” I hiss. He runs a hand over his head, and my belly clenches. Because I remember doing that. “Just gonna go grab a shower,” he says casually, then starts to jog up the stairs. When he reaches the top, he pauses. “Oh, I’m out of towels up here. Could one of you bring some up? I’ll leave the door open.”
LMAO HE PETTY
