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“Fuck my life,” I mutter

Thankfully, I wasof the boxes so it doesn’t taketo locate the one with our shampoos and body washes I carry the box into the bathrooo ahead and put all the contents of the box away—one down, a o

I break down the box and set it in the room

I need so the boxes with all our clothes I settle on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top with lots of straps I figure we’re going to be working today, so I’ll probably get hot

Xander still hasn’t stirred in the bed, so I leave him to sleep while I shower

I find the box with our towels and washcloths first and unpack the the others away

Once I shower and my hair and body are clean I feel almost human

I dry off and brushit up into a damp messy bun

Xander pads into the bathroo his eyes His hair sticks up around his head and he stifles a yawn

“Morning,” he says, bending to kiss me

“Ew, your breath stinks,” I groan

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer “So does yours,” he intones, and plants a loud kiss on my lips, which I dramatically wipe off with the back of my hand

“You’re gross”

He winks “You love me”

I shake oes to pee