He propped one leg up on the sink and started trimming away at his pubes with a pair scissors he’d gotten from fuck knew where. “Yeah, that’s the business. Ooh hello my pretty, aren’t you a curly silver treasure?” he purred. Nope I’m out. I was about to leave when I remembered Gabriel’s message and cursed as I forced myself to remain there, taking my time over washing my hands. This. Is. Hell.