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... socks.
It felt stupid, honestly. Who showers and changes inside the bathroom like they’re hiding from a ghost?
But I didn’t want to walk out half-naked and have Alexander look at me in some type of way.
Not that he ever had... but still.
When I opened the door, my stupid paranoia disappeared.
There he was.
Alexander stood near the bed, tugging at the collar of the shirt we picked out earlier. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully against his skin, ...
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