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... r white towel that was supposed to be—oh, I don’t know—wrapped around Dave’s waist?!
I stared at it in my hand like it was some cursed object. Like it had personally betrayed me. Which, in a way, it did.
I didn’t even dare to look up. My heart was already pounding in my throat, and my entire brain went into full system crash mode. My internal monologue was just one long, high-pitched scream.
No. Nope. No freaking way this just happened.
Dave was quiet. Too quiet. ...
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