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Marcus, having wiped the dampness from his visage, discerned her shyness and her artful evasion.

Patiently, he dispensed a dollop of white body wash, massaging it over his skin.

“Retrieve the set you laundered for me two days ago. You recollect its placement, I presume?”

Recollections of the episode wherein she laundered his undergarment swamped her, exacerbating her discomfort. A flush suffused her soft countenance.

“Swiftly now. I’m nearly concluded.”

Millie’s protestations endured, her throat clearing as she ventured, “Perhaps you could don the bathrobe instead.”

Despite traversing the breadth of intimate experiences, Millie’s conservative disposition prevailed. A candid display remained beyond her realm.

the bathroom,

absolutely resolved

with marked emphasis. Millie blinked, sensing impending

of the doorknob beckoned. Millie

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not exit yet. Let

consideration of footwear. Bare feet met the plush carpet’s embrace as

fabric, her palm radiating warmth. The lingering

you could crack the door slightly. I’ll deliver it

sight was undeniably tantalizing. Millie, compelled to avert her gaze, shielded her eyes and murmured, “Didn’t I

vision, and he

thorough Look at me.