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... baths. Steam still lingered faintly in the air, curling out from the cracked bathroom door as I pulled on a clean pair of boxers. The towel around my shoulders stuck to droplets that hadn’t quite dried, and I was halfway to sliding a T-shirt over my head when I froze.
Because Val was staring.
Not casual staring, not the distracted kind. No, this was full-on, finger-to-her-lips, eyes half-lidded, like she was deciding if she should whistle or pounce.
I blinked. "...What?" ...
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