Chapter 10 Fresh-out-of-the-shower Mr. Weston

Amy clasped my hands, dragging me up the stairs before I could think of an excuse. I jerked my head backwards, staring at Weston, and he shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin.

Exasperation took over and I frowned before turning back. At this point, Dick could have been a more suitable ...

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