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Bertha’s POV
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Pushing Aiden off me was hard.
“Aiden, stop. We’ve got to go.” Each word was muttered between kissing and gasping for air.
He reluctantly pulled away. I quickly broke from his hold and bolted for the bathroom. Due to needing how fast I needed to be in and out, I had the temperature hotter than normal. I exited the steaming shower, wrapped the towel around me realising I still only had my clothes form last night. I wasn’t a fan of wearing old underwear. It grossed me out.
“Knock, knock. Just heard you shut off the shower. Not to sound creepy, but last time you stayed, our clothes kind of got jumbled and well, I have some clean clothes for you. I’ll leave it at the door.”
“What’s creepy about that, exactly?”
“Uhh, I didn’t realise until I went to hang the was
