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... ity after the door had slammed shut behind them, sealing the two of them in. Steam clung to the air in soft, hazy layers, blurring the mirror and casting a faint sheen over the tiled walls. The overhead lights reflected off the wet fabrics clinging to their bodies.
The showerhead in Clyde’s hand was still running, spraying a steady stream of warm water that pattered against the tiles and splashed against both of them.
Micah stood against the wall, silver hair sticking to his chee ...
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