[He breathes hard through his nose, barely keeping himself together. The soap makes him keenly aware of the shape of Ai, her pert breasts pressed against his naked back as warm water washes the suds in between. And her hands—they slide down his sides and he shudders. The rest of his exposed skin tingles from the mere thought of her touch. Every single part of his body draws tight.
Now, he knows she isn't here to hurt him, but that's what makes this all the more dangerous. One hand slides over hers as he closes his eyes, exhales, and lolls his head back. He sighs. And he was supposed to be responsible.]
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Now, he knows she isn't here to hurt him, but that's what makes this all the more dangerous. One hand slides over hers as he closes his eyes, exhales, and lolls his head back. He sighs. And he was supposed to be responsible.]
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