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Rigby stepped out of the hot, steamy shower and shivered. Despite the heat from her shower, there was still a faint chill in the air, and she quickly dried off, wrapping a towel around herself and darting back out into Peter's bedroom.
She'd spent the night at Peter's apartment, after a long evening of canoodling on the couch and watching movies. She mostly hadn't wanted to move from the warmth of his embrace, and they'd fallen asleep entangled in each other. Now, it was mid-morning and she intended to make him breakfast, as soon as she got dressed.
She stood facing his dresser, her back turned toward the bed, digging through the overnight bag she'd brought along. Locating her hairbrush and an elastic band, she brushed her hair and then swept it up into a ponytail, revealing the twin, half inch long scars on her right shoulder, right at the base of her neck.
She'd spent the night at Peter's apartment, after a long evening of canoodling on the couch and watching movies. She mostly hadn't wanted to move from the warmth of his embrace, and they'd fallen asleep entangled in each other. Now, it was mid-morning and she intended to make him breakfast, as soon as she got dressed.
She stood facing his dresser, her back turned toward the bed, digging through the overnight bag she'd brought along. Locating her hairbrush and an elastic band, she brushed her hair and then swept it up into a ponytail, revealing the twin, half inch long scars on her right shoulder, right at the base of her neck.