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The water that swirled down the drain had run black, gray, and finally clear once more before I felt free of my physical grime. Despite all that, there was something rejuvenating about a good cry and a good wash, especially since I liberally borrowed Rohan’s shampoo and conditioner. Wouldn’t hurt to smell like the person who was my anchor.
The pink clothes were ridiculous but also kind of great.
I hung my damp towel on the back of the door, stuffed the prisoner clothes in the trash, and went to get some head-banging s*x.
We left Drio patrolling the grounds and Leo brazenly rummaging through everything Ro owned while Ro and I practically sprinted to his bedroom. He shut the door behind us with a quiet click, immersing us in darkness.
I skittered backward and turned on the light. I’d
