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2024-10-29 19:42:56I stared.
Here I was, about to be seen with my pants halfway down with only panties on. Not to mention, I was about to be seen like this whilst trying to fix a now infected wound.
To top it off, by the eyes of my biggest enemy.
I quickly tried to pull my pants up after readjusting my shirt. My fit jeans struggled to cooperate with my hectic speed, and my cut alongside my bandage would only worsen against such heavy friction.
It was pointless.
Midway through trying, the door opened, and my eyes met his.
Callum paused, staring at me with a seemingly confused expression on
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