Brady’s eyes shot over to me. “Collins,” he said nervously. “You’re here.” “Am I not supposed to be?” I asked. “Did you put being naked on the nonexistent roommate calendar, and I missed it?” “I’m not naked!” I watched his cheeks flush red. I noticed he was dripping with water and soap. The wet sheen on his skin was distracting. There was a smattering of dark hair on his chest. Looking at him, I finally understood what people meant when they described an abdomen as having panes. “Under that towel you are.” “Yeah…well…you’re naked under your clothes!” Now my cheeks were red. “But I’m not saying
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