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Refusing to give a full answer. “What?” she was confused. “My good friends call me A-ron, and my regular friends call me Phil.”

“Georgia,” she gave her name. Georgia took the spray nozzle from him and used it to clean herself on the toilet before hopping into the shower with him. “You’re still here,” she muttered nervously. Even though her shirt came lower than her waist, she had not buttoned it all the way, which allowed him to see her bare crotch cast in shadow. If she started to push away, he might pursue her more forcefully, but until that moment, he was going to take things slowly. When he pretended to see something over the balcony and leaned close, he pressed his knee in-between her legs. If I listened to her, we wouldn’t be fucking right now.”

“You should have listened to her, but now you have to listen to me. We’ll just shower together,” he repeated his suggestion she had ignored. She clearly expected to pick up where they left off outside.