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“Very funny,” Willow yells.

“It bothers me a lot,” Ward says.

The bathroom door opens the rest of the way. “Ward?”

“Jesus, Willow,” he says, holding his hands out. “You’re in nothing but a towel? What the hell?”

I stare.

Willow is very…

I look down at my feet.

All of a sudden I want to give Willow privacy?

“I need to get dressed really quick,” Willow says.

She disappears into her bedroom.

Ward and I stare each other down.

In complete silence.

Willow gets dressed in seconds.

So now I’m wondering if she even put panties on.

Or did she just toss on some Puckford sweatpants, a bra, and a hoodie?

Something about that is hot as fuck.

“Ward, what are you doing here?” Willow asks. “I’m busy.”

“I can see that,” Ward says.

“What does that mean?” Willow asks.

“He thinks we’re fucking,” I say.

Willow gasps. “What?”

“I didn’t say that!” Ward growls. “But… he’s here… you’re in the shower…”

“Ward, let me explain something to you,” I say. “If I’m fucking someone and they’re in the shower…? I’m in the shower too. Fucking them again.”

“Enough of that talk,” Willow says. “I’m his tutor, you idiot!”

“What?” Ward asks.

He looks at me and I just smile. I shrug my shoulders.

“You fucking prick,” Ward says. “You let me believe…”

“I didn’t say a word,” I say. “It’s not my job to defend your sick fantasies about your sister.”

“OhmyGod!” Willow yells. “Ew! Gross! Nasty!”

“I never said a thing like that!” Ward cries out. “This guy is a liar! He’s fucked in the head!”

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