Maybe there would have been a time when the idea of stripping naked on top of a study table in a school library was something that would send immediate shame and embarrassment through me, but now it was something else. Perhaps it was the primal spirit within me aching for the stage, but there was something about the voyeuristic nature of this event that was making this all so much hotter. I found myself wanting someone to walk in. Wanting someone to see Dexter removing my polo shirt like he was freeing me from a prison. The risk of someone dropping in didn’t feel like a risk so much as it felt
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