Playing with Fire

1130 Words

Geneva When tonight I go out of the bathroom wrapped in a short towel that is barely hiding my naked a*ss underneath, water still dripping down my bare skin, I make sure to fuss around the kitchen a little longer than I am supposed to. I don’t usually take showers with Aslan around, I wait until he’s out to his car, or to grab dinner or something. Not tonight. I deliberately took my clothes off in my room without closing the door and making sure he heard the rustle of the fabric around me. And then went out in that short towel, walking slow, parading my body in front of him. I know it's stupid but I just can't hold myself. Now that the game is on, I am putting everything I have into it and there is no way in hell I am losing. Aslan wasn’t looking at me initially. He was actually so damn

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