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... calding water of the hotel suite’s rainfall shower, one hand braced against the marble tile, the other dragging through his wet hair. Steam rose around him in thick clouds, fogging up the mirror outside and carrying with it the scent of charcoal soap, mint, and the last lingering traces of... well, Rava.
He wasn’t showering for vanity. Not exactly.
Rava had insisted.
"If you’re really gonna drive me, you need to shower," she’d said flatly, brushing blush across her cheekb ...
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