When the door opens however, I’m left staring at Creed, wet and hot and steaming, a white towel around his slender hips. He’s combing his hair, and as he glances back at me, the towel slips and falls to the floor. My mouth gapes open at the sight of his firm ass, and that’s before he turns around and shows me exactly what he’s working with. “I’m sorry,” I blurt, but I make no move to leave, and Creed’s mouth turns up in a sharp smile. He takes a step closer to me, leaning over and putting his mouth next to my forehead before brushing it with a light kiss. “Were you trying to join me, Charity?”
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