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I swallowed. “Just some privacy would be nice.”

“I mean, you did hit the wall pretty hard. You okay?”

“I’m not bleeding, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I drowned out his voice with the sound of the toilet flushing. I splashed some water on my face, trying to remove the sleep from my eyes. I took the liberty of using what I had around me. Hand soap on my face. Toothpaste on my finger. I used a generous amount of mouthwash, gargling before spitting it out. I picked up the hair-filled brush and said a small prayer, then ran it underneath the water. And as Clint knocked softly on the door again, I groaned.

“Can you give a girl a second?”

“You aren’t the only one that has to pee, sweet cheeks.”

I murmured, “Call me that again and see what happens.”

“You know, you could just skip class.”

I ran the wet hairbrush through my hair. “Not a chance.”

“You could spend some more time with me.”

“Yeah, like that’s a smart decision.”

He snickered. “Your words would hurt if I thought for even a second y