“Will you shower with me? Can we do it together?” His sharp laugh bounces off the tiles, and Flynn yanks his shirt over his head. When he emerges from the fabric, he’s grinning. “Ah, Anietta. Is that a real question? You couldn’t keep me out of there, love. I know you’re terribly scary and all, but I’ve never had much self-preservation. Just promise not to brain me with a shampoo bottle.” I purse my lips, fighting a smile. “I promise. For now, anyway.” If Flynn trusts me, that’s his business. And I sure as hell won’t prove him wrong. Just like I’ve never been surer than when I’m placing my
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