Distracted

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After we ate, Garett asked me to go upstairs to his room. I was planning to clean up the kitchen first, but the three boys were already racing to do it themselves. That was probably because I caught Garett giving them a death glare. They really respect him and follow his lead—not just on the basketball court but even here in their apartment. Out of the four rooms, only Garett’s has a private bathroom. The other three share one. I found that out when JT once complained about seeing a dildo in their bathroom. I can’t even imagine how gross that shared bathroom must be. I cringed at the thought and went inside Garett’s room. The lavender scent immediately hit me and made me feel relaxed. I turned to look at Garett, who was taking off his shoes by the door. He used hand sanitizer before wal

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