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Taking the first tube of gel from the shelf, I inhaled a light woody scent. She squeezed a little into the palm of her hand and ran it over her neck, across her chest. My legs still gave way, and again I felt… I felt the touch of his lips, his palms. Cursed memory! And he…

Drying off, I realized that I did not take spare panties with me. I had to put the dress on right. After wetting her hair for the last time, she threw a damp towel on the edge of the sink and went to the door, but returned and hung it on a hook. Not that I was afraid that Max would find out that I was washing in his bathroom, but still…

Crumpled up in her fist the underwear that she took off before the shower, she pushed the door and immediately stopped.

– You said you’d be back in the morning… – came off my tongue as soon as I stumbled upon the impenetrable darkness of the devil’s eyes.

– In the morning? Max squinted and moved towards me. It dawned on me that he was not just drunk – he was drunk. Vhlam is drunk.

A minute ago I thought I was not afraid. I’m not afraid that he will find out about the shower, about the fact that I came to his room, but now… Taking a step back, I tried to slam the door, but he held it with one sharp lunge. He rested his palm on the joint, frowned, slowly examining me from head to toe. The eyes became completely black, the lips turned into a thin line.