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Since Kevin’s place was closer, they went there, after racing down Heart Attack Hill and into their respective cars. As soon as they were both inside his loft, with the door closed and locked behind them, he stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower.
“I’m starting with a clean slate,” he told her. “And you’re invited too, though you smell amazing covered in sweat.”
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “No one smells amazing covered in sweat. How big is your shower? Can it fit both of us?”
“I’ve never tried, but this might be the perfect time to find out.” He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, where they looked at the shower stall and burst out laughing.
“Yeah, maybe not.” She peered at the rickety frosted-glass panel that he hadn’t gotten around to replacing. “I like
