[ derek's scent is equal parts sex and shame, his heartbeat thunderous. he wants to say that it's not what it looked like, but it's exactly what it looked like. he doesn't really have anything to say. ]
[ at least this time he's dressed, and he can abandon the laundry: and does, making to shoulder past her, go shut himself in his room. ]
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[ at least this time he's dressed, and he can abandon the laundry: and does, making to shoulder past her, go shut himself in his room. ]
I'll finish this later.