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He's gone and when I'm dressed I walk to the other dressing room. There is a hairdryer and I have to dry my hair before I go outside. The air outside is humid and warm and if I don't do it here, I have a poodle on my head.
In the meantime, I think about what just happened. I could have said no. I could have pushed him away. Hell I could have even fought. I know if I had just said no, he would have opened the door and let me walk out. But I didn't want that.
I could have walked up to him in the shower, but knowing he wouldn't let me shower alone made it all that hotter.
Knowing that I'm going to get him so crazy for him to do this, secretly makes me proud. I'm not a sweetheart, with Marcello was my first real one-night-stand, but the moment I walked away that morning I reg
