—Mabel—

The door clicked shut and was followed by the sound of running water.

I hated how pictures of anything played in my head.

Alec peeling his clothes, stepping under the shower and soaping his body.

I pictured him running his hand through his wet hair as lather glided down his n,pples, hard stomach, lower to his—

Mabel!

My thighs throbbed with need, legs dangling off the edge of the dresser while I waited.

I picked up the comb again and resumed combing my hair.

Moments passed.

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