“It hasn’t been seven minutes!” I grumble loudly, turning the handles to turn off the water, not bothering to glare over at Gavin for cutting my time short. “No, we have five minutes.” I freeze at the sound of that voice, one I haven’t heard in weeks. Slowly, I turn to see Keenan standing there, the door shut behind him and locked, his chest puffing slightly as though he can hardly breathe.
AWEEEEE GAVIN DID U DO THIS
