So I lay there like a shivering lump, my mind a messy tangle of thoughts, confused and overwhelmed. It wasn’t until Rowe climbed out, now clean himself, that I snapped out of it. His hair was free of dirt and tangles, his beard no longer a wild mess as it dripped water from where it smoothly fell to the hollow of his collarbone. Distracted, I found myself wondering what he’d look like without one. He shook his hair out, hair that fell past his shoulders down to just above his pecs, the tips ending in tiny ripples. I couldn’t deny that Rowe was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome,
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