He stands up and leads me to where the washer and dryer are tucked away. I gather and throw my clothes in, making sure to secretly sniff his detergent before adding it. It smells like him. God, I’m going to smell like him now. I’m going to be wearing his scent. I’m going to have issues when my door is closed at night. I’m going to turn over in my sheets, press my nose against the fabric, and rub one out. I feel nervous and excited and naughty just thinking about it. The things I will do to that bed in the middle of the night. I will violate the fuck out of it. I need a priest and a good strong
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