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— No, you can take your bath.
He pulls away from me, takes off his jacket, then his shirt. As he takes off his clothes, I realize I'm not ready to see him shirtless, not in his room, not right now, after everything that's happened in my house. He looks at me with an extremely inviting look, and smiles. I try not to look at him. I know, I'm acting like an idiot, but I must remind you that I lived in a bubble, and I couldn't see what was outside. I don't know how to act in front of him, his well defined muscles, all those tattoos consume my judgment, I don't think I ever said it, but I have a fetish for tattooed men, I want to kiss and lick every one of them. I know it's weird, but I lived in
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