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I need to check the bucket.

I went in and saw that the bucket was indeed nearly spilling over. I quickly dumped it. Lugging the heavy thing to the bathroom and dumping it before returning it to the Living Room under the leak.

I dialed the manager again leaving him another message that I was still waiting on Maintenance to check the roof.

“Uggh.” Groaning in frustration. I turned around and went to round up some of my brightest towel and washcloths. Piling them on my couch so I’d remember to take them when I left.

I was already envisioning Porter’s face when he saw them in his bathroom. Quietly replacing his black and white towels.

But thinking of Porter had me thinking about how he looked in those rolled up button ups and those tightfitting tactical pants.

My eyes shifted to my room.

I lifted my phone and checked the time. Thinking Porter wouldn’t even be heading back to his apartment for another forty minutes.

I flopped onto my bed and let my mind wander. Feeling the arousal climbing