Carriage House Boys' Bathroom, Monday Morning
A hot shower felt good on his aching body. Cleansing, too, and not just in the physical sense. He was out of Neptune and maybe that was for the best, lack of surfing notwithstanding.
Once out of the shower, Logan paused, towel around his waist, to examine himself in the mirror. One large, purple bruise on the side of his chest and thick red welts lining his back. He sighed. He'd have to keep Millie at arms' length until he healed up, which sucked on so many levels. But he couldn't explain to her how he'd gotten hurt. He couldn't deal with her puzzled questions and he definitely didn't want her to know what a fuck-up he really was.
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Once out of the shower, Logan paused, towel around his waist, to examine himself in the mirror. One large, purple bruise on the side of his chest and thick red welts lining his back. He sighed. He'd have to keep Millie at arms' length until he healed up, which sucked on so many levels. But he couldn't explain to her how he'd gotten hurt. He couldn't deal with her puzzled questions and he definitely didn't want her to know what a fuck-up he really was.
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