He knocks again, this time more urgently. "Violet, are you okay? Do you need help? It sounded like you fell." I turn off the shower and step out into the cool bathroom air, frustrated that my "alone" time is over so quickly. Why is Sean at my house? Why is he knocking on my door? More importantly, why is he listening outside the bathroom door? Does he want to catch me fucking myself? "Hold on," I yell out, obviously not pleased. I can't believe this is happening. I don't have a robe in the bathroom. I don't have clean clothes. I have nothing. Gah! It's not like he hasn't seen me naked before, I realize, remembering how he helped me out of the shower and into bed last night. Like a perfect gentleman, he didn't even try to touch me. Now, though, I wonder what it would have been like if he did. What if instead of helping me to bed, he had taken me to bed? What if he had slid himself so deep inside me that for just a second, I forgot my own name?
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