Chapter 20: A Nice Bathe(1)
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The sound of Steve's pen whispered softly against the slightly worn pages of the Author's notebook.
He sat low on an upturned bucket, his knees folded loosely, back hunched slightly, and his red-frosted cheeks leaned forward in calm focus. His hand moved slow, deliberate.
The incident with Fiona was already behind him, a few hours past.
Whatever guilt, tension, or confusion had lingered—well, it was gone now. He had recovered, fully. His mind was sharp again, and his hunger for a harem reignited.
Fiona may have given him a morning to remember, but...
'She's not the one I want....for now.' His lips curled into a subtle smirk as he scribbled the final sentence.
His thoughts drifted to Maggie. Her surplus curves. Her scent. It had always been her.
But still, the idea of Tonya wasn't so far-fetched either.