Chapter 87

"Do you have any wet wipes at home?" Brandon asked me again, "Or any other towel will do. I want to wipe myself down

He held my his clothes, towel in his hand but didn't want to use it to clean

"I have facial cleansing wipes. You can wet them and use them the same way," I said, pulling out two sheets for him..

He looked a bit puzzled, staring at the face wipes with an expression of unfamiliarity. I chuckled. "Mr. Howell, don't tell me you don't know what these are?"

"I don't know. This is my first time seeing them." He was adorably straightforward.

It made sense. Having never been in a relationship and with no girls around, he probably wouldn't know about this. Facial cleansing wipes were a recent innovation in the skincare industry.

"Women use them to wash their face. They're disposable," I said as I wet the wipes for him and handed them over.

Brandon lowered his head to clean the mud off himself, and I noticed his shoulder was dirty too. So I grabbed another wipe to clean it for him.

The moment I touched him, Brandon's body stiffened. But I pretended not to notice and continued wiping.

Suddenly, a black mole on the back of Brandon's neck caught my eye. I

think of the dream I had, about the little boy who carried me. with a small black mole on the

me. When I came back to my senses, I realized the wet wipe in my hand had soaked his clothes. "Oh, it's

"Brandon, have you had that mole on your neck

had

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god,

was he carrying me on his back? Dreams were just a product of our imagination and could be anything

his neck.

and snapped me

into the elderly neighbor coming up. She complimented Brandon again, "Young

myself. "This old lady

smiled

help. He must have agreed out of courtesy. There was no

exited the building and looked around. "This neighborhood may be a bit old,

better. Now it's mostly tenants, so it's much

As I

look

asking about the market rate, so I know what to expect when I

simple question, but

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