I wouldnโt want you to get in the shower and then pass out or some such. How about if I help you get out of your clothes? Iโm an expert in platonic undressings.โ He gave me that wicked smile. โGive it a rest. Iโm not going to strip naked in front of you, and Iโd rather pee in private.โ โHalf the injuries in a home happen in the bathroom. What kind of friend would I be to let you face that kind of danger alone? I mean, sure, you walked out of death, but this is a shower.โ โShame. Get out of my bathroom.
Devon MonkI glanced up at Zay, then walked over to stand next to him. "You look good with a baby in your arms," he murmured. I took his hand, careful with his fingers that were still wrapped in tape. "Don't get your hopes up, Jones. I'm not the settling-down type." "Want to bet on that?" he asked. "Sure." I made a fist; so did he. We pumped three times. I threw paper. Zayvion threw scissors. I'd lost. Startled, I looked up at him. "Two out of three?" Zay grinned. So did I.
Devon MonkShamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar. โSure you got enough milk in your sugar?โ I asked as we strolled out of the shop and headed south. He flipped me off. โYou drink your coffee your way, and Iโll drink my coffee the right way.
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