Your left handHolly ran her hands through her hair one more time, rinsing the last of the shampoo out. As she poured conditioner into her free hand, there was a noise near the door. She pulled the opaque shower curtain back far enough to poke her head through and sighed resignedly as she tugged the curtain back into place and began to smooth the conditioner into her hair.Your left hand
"Don't you think we're a bit old to be showering together, Keiran?"
"You might be, but I'm not," came Keiran's voice through the curtain. "Besides, there're plenty of adults who shower with their 'significant other,'" he added, qu
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All beauty must die. Muahaha.
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