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I was so warm and relaxed that his soft knock on the door startled me. “Umm. I’m still in the tub.”
He opened the door but didn’t cross the threshold. I quickly moved to make sure the bubbles were covering all of my important parts and was relieved to find that they were. “What are you doing?” I asked, annoyed that he had opened the door when he knew I was n***d in here.
“I brought you some clean clothes.” He held up some neatly folded black sweats to emphasize his point. “Your clothes are soaked. I can come back with these dry ones later, when you are standing there with just a towel to cover your wet, n***d skin, if you like?”
My whole body tingled when he said the words ‘wet, n***d skin.’ “No, just leave them over there, please.” I pointed to the antique dresser where he had retr
