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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sarah
“Get out!”
Sydney shakes his head, taking another step, which means I’m either going to hit the door, or move out of his way, forced further into the sterile, brightly lit hotel bathroom.
“You look ridiculous,” I spit, snarling the words. In my defense, he does. He’s wearing a white, fluffy robe that hits him mid-thigh and not much else from what I can tell.
I’m wearing the same kind of robe.
One would think that would diffuse things a bit, but no.
I’m in pain, and the look he’s giving me right now is dizzying. Sydney looks like an Alpha, not the kind, slightly nerdy man I’ve grown to know and like.
His canine teeth are slightly pointed and his eyes… fuck. They glow.
“Are you about to fucking shift?” I dart away, my back hitting the glass exterior wall of the shower.
He grabs
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