Chapter 5
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Her tiny towel falls to the floor. And I can’t help but to look when it does.
The box in my hands is heavy, the edges lightly frayed. My clothes are still soaked from the torrential downpour outside, and as rainwater continues to drip down my face, past my shoulders and to the floor, I don’t even notice it. Can’t.
Not with Elsie Carpenter in front of me. Without a stitch of clothing on. My heart slams in my chest. I can’t f*****g help it.
I’m like a fourteen-f*****g-year old, gazing at his first nudie. The naked skin in front of me is smoother than I’d imagined, and through a dimly lit living room, I watch as the curvaceous woman in front of me reaches down for her towel. Her hair drips wet, splaying over her tiny shoulders. Her legs are surprisingly long, and as she d
