“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.” I spin around automatically, not caring if he decides to check out my butt. Remi repeats the process, cleaning my back but never going lower. And then his fingers are massaging my scalp and washing my hair. It feels incredible; the moans slipping from my lips are mortifying yet involuntary. My breathing picks up. “Remi—” I whine, not a clue as to what I’m saying, what I’m asking. All I know is that I’ve never been so hard in my life. And there’s an amazing, kind, sexy boy standing in his underwear behind me. Taking such gentle care of me. Like no one ever
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