"Come to the shower with me and I'll make sure I live up to my reputation." "You can't just walk out into the hallway naked," I protest, giggling as he pulls me to the door. I giggle because I can't stop giggling, because apparently two orgasms have sucked all of the brain cells out of my head and turned me into a dippy girl who giggles. "Sable might come home." "Sable might be here already," Colton says. "I'm sure she enjoyed how loud you were." "Do you think she came home during —" I start, but Colton interrupts. "Relax," he says. "I was just kidding. Sable is not coming home tonight." "How do you know?" Colton pushes the bathroom door open and looks around. "Nice," he remarks. "God, this is a lot cleaner than my place." "I shudder to think about the cleanliness of your shower," I say. "How do you know Sable isn't going to be here tonight?" Colton turns on the water. "Because she's with Tank," he says, raising his eyebrows and giving me a meaningful look. "Oh.
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