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25 - THE AFTERMATH

AIDEN’S POV

I wasn’t expecting much when I pushed open the motel door. Maybe the faint smell of cheap air freshener and Cheryl sprawled out on the bed, tangled in the thin sheets.

What I wasn’t expecting?

Cheryl. Naked.

Dripping wet.

Frozen mid-step like some kind of forbidden masterpiece I was...