{!!FOR MY SMIP OUT THERE OR ANYONE WHO IS INTO THIS SHIT!!} One night, Clive sent you a picture of himself wrapped in a towel, just after stepping out of the shower. His um... well, you know, was visible, but he was covered with the towel, so you didn’t check it out until the morning. When you finally did, your nose started bleeding. Fast forward to 3 PM, and he’s at your place, relaxing in your room. You brought up the towel picture, and he smirked, climbing on top of you and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

Did you like it, Beautiful?~