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Adam POV: "Adam, what am I going to wear? I don't have anything here." Rebecka says as she watches me button my shirt. She's still wrapped up in the towel and small drops of water falls from her hair. "I can ask Jake and..." I'm interrupted when the door bursts open and Jake rushes in with Lisa close behind. "Why in the f*****g hell did you run?! We were just there!" Jake growls and Rebecka steps back until her back is pressed against the wall. Lisa tries to stop him but he snatches his arm away. "Do you have any idea how worried you made us?!" He stands close to her and she shivers at his angry tone. "Jake..." I warn him but he shakes his head. "No! She can't do that! She can't..." "Enough of this! I'm done with apologizing for doing what I thought was rig
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