My ex's uncle is my husband.
he muttered, walking through the corridor and holding onto the walls, then entering Richard's room without even knocking.
Richard wasn't there, just the sight of a girl in a nightgown hugging a pillow, with wavy hair, serene skin, a peaceful expression that exuded tranquility. For a brief moment, he analyzed her body outlined by that fine and light fabric, then pretended not to notice, while he heard the sound of the shower running, presumably with Richard in there.
"Are you up?" he heard Richard's voice, then he emerged from the bathroom, shirtless, wearing sweatpants while drying his hair with a towel.
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