[He's the king, he can throw his clothes wherever he feels like it. Which he proves by kicking his trousers off to the side once he pulls them down, smirking at her the entire time. Raleigh climbs into the tub, catching her hand and tugging her over so she can't go clean up after him.
He wants here over here, with him right now. The trousers on the floor can wait. They won't go anywhere or be ruined for sitting there for a while.]
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He wants here over here, with him right now. The trousers on the floor can wait. They won't go anywhere or be ruined for sitting there for a while.]
Leave it. I mean it.