content/trigger warnings: drug use, alcohol, self-harm, BDSM, kinky fuckery, author who likes sex way too much
The shower was fucking bliss. I set the showerhead to stinging hot needles, letting it rake over my neck and shoulders. I tried to imagine all the bullshit washing away. Like Lester was gone, transferred to the Antarctic or Nebraska or some shit. Like there weren’t a trio of supernatural creatures waiting for me in my front room and all of them had seen me naked.
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