Charlotte's breath caught in her throat when Evan rubbed against her. She could definitely feel him, and she liked it. This was much more flattering than Brutus Macnair screaming at her for a bit and then informing her that she should like his erection.
She closed her eyes when Evan started to wash her hair, making a soft, pleased sound. "It smells really nice," she said. "I love roses."
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