The Silent Wife
He wasn’t there yet, and I was doing this for work!
I grabbed the doorknob, relieved it wasn’t locked, and gently opened it.
“Damn!” / “Aaaah!” I squinted, almost swearing as I covered one eye—but honestly, it was useless because I was staring right at Justin’s naked body!
Oh my God.
That jerk was seriously hot. His legs? Muscles everywhere, hair all over, and his skin was noticeably fairer than mine. Meanwhile, my legs were light brown—jealous much?
I slowly looked up, and Justin said—
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