Hot Professor Is My Step Dad
Soap that smelled like home.
I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned, then stepped out naked, towel forgotten on the rack.
The house was quiet. No one here. I could walk around like this, free, careless, the way I used to when I was younger.
I padded down the hallway to Mum’s room, pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it softly behind me.
That’s when I saw him.
Marcellus.
Coming out of Mum’s en suite bathroom, a white towel knotted low around his hips, water still dripping from his chest, tracing dark paths over the lines of his tattoo, down the ridges of his stomach.
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