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BRYAN'S POV

"You're so innocent sometimes that I'm scared I'd break you when you eventually see that side of me," I said while playing with her hair. She looked into my eyes shyly.

"You're such a tease, Bryan," she replied, and I stepped out of the tub.

"I know you're not ready for anything called s*x, so let's get out of the water because I need to take another shower," I said, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Again? But didn't we just bathe together?" she asked in confusion as she tied her hair in a bun.

I stared at her milky skin, watching the drops of water trail from her neck into her cleavage.

"Baby, I need a cold shower because right now I'm so hard," I admitted, and her face flushed immediately.

"I'm sleepy," she mumbled, escaping from the bathroom as I laughed.

I bit my lower lip as my mind drifted back to how soft she was, her gentle cries and moans whenever we made out. I remembered that time in New York when I buried my fingers in her warmth.

I groaned as the cold water splas