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Shower Boy (Stopped)

Shower Boy (Stopped)

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I love camping, warm weather, sun tanning and the cool lake. Yet I wouldn't be able to live without showers, fishy smelling water isn't a great smell. Usually there relaxing but not when a group of teenage boys are standing outside the door pulling on it yelling at you to hurry up. Especially when they brake the lock to see you standing there with only a towel to hide in. My names Willow, most of my friends call my will. My life's not bad but it's not great either but when I meet Chris my life goes from "ok" too "I can't wait to get out of here"
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After some rustling inside the bathroom, the door finally opens and I almost drop the clothes I'm holding. Kameron only has a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water dripping from his hair, down his chest, and disappearing underneath his towel. I try not to follow the path of one of the drops of water. It takes all of my self-control to look him in the eyes and no where else. I have a boyfriend. Austin. Remember him? "What do you what?" His voice is somehow even hotter. It's matured now. It's deep and a bit rough. "What does it look like? I need to shower." I say back, gesturing with the clothes I'm holding. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?" "I'm not a little girl anymore. I don't have a set bedtime." I narrow my eyes at him. He's always treated me like I'm his best friend's annoying little sister. "Yeah, I can tell." He suddenly says, suggestively running his eyes down my body. I try not to shiver from the feel of his eyes on me. I clear my throat to get his eyes back to mine. "You can move now." "Oh, can I?" He raises an eyebrow and I glare at him in return. "Relax, little girl, I'm messing with you." He rolls his eyes before walking past me. I can smell the scent of his body soap on him. Fresh, clean, and earthy with a hint of spice. I can't help but glance behind me and watch him go into his room. I can already tell this vacation is going to be a disaster. -Not revised yet, may be spelling errors & mistypes -Also on Inkitt -Dual POV

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