Page 73 of Well That Happened

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There’s a fleshlight on the counter.

Justsittingthere like it belongs.

We both stare at it for a second. Then at each other.

He pulls the toothbrush out of his mouth. “I was gonna clean it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You looked like you were going to.”

“Well, now I am.”

Before I can close the door and back out, I notice something else.

My vibrator.

On the edge of the counter.

Where I definitely didn’t leave it.

“Oh my—” I grab it like it’s radioactive. “How didthisget out here?!”

Caleb snorts around his toothpaste. “Looks like someone had a fun night.”

“I—shut up.”

Oh my gosh, it’s been laying on the counter sincelast night?!Meaning everyone in the house has probably now seen it.

We both go to speak at the same time, but it’s interrupted by the sound of the shower turning off.

The glass door swings open.

Grayson steps out, steam curling off him, towel low on his hips, hair wet and messy andutterly unconcernedby the chaos he just walked into.

He looks at the counter. At me. At Caleb. Nods.

“Hi.”

Caleb, recovering fast, gestures to the lineup of adult toys like he’s presenting evidence. “Apparently today’s communal sex toy cleaning day.”

I make a strangled sound.

Grayson just raises a brow. “I don’t have one.”

“Of course you don’t,” I mutter, clutching my vibrator like it might explode.

There’s a beat of silence. Grayson calmly tightens the towel around his waist and heads toward the door like this is normal. Like we’re all not melting inside.

“I’ll let you two sort this out,” he says.

Then he’s gone.

Caleb looks at me, toothpaste foam still on his lips. “So… are you gonna wash yours?”

I shove it into my towel and spin on my heel. “Nope. New plan. I live in this towel now.”

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