“Er, okay. I do need a shower. More than words can say.” He already knew where the bathroom was, since he’d used it when he’d arrived—though this had been the first visit to Jota’s where he’d actually had cause to be inside this building. “Thank you.”
He hurried into the living room, then rifled around in his duffel bag until he found his wash kit and a fresh set of clothes, suddenly desperate to get cleaned up. In the end, there hadn’t been time for him to shower at home—though he had squeezed in a change of T-shirt—so he was long overdue for one.
He snickered to himself as he climbed the stairs. Kim might have said he looked like he needed a shower, but perhaps that was a more polite way of telling him he needed one because he f*****g stunk. A fact he was painfully aware of.
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