Meyer's POV
Last night, when Orian and I came back to my house, it had already started raining heavily.
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"It's raining so much, isn't it, Meyer?" Orian said while brushing off his clothes because they were wet.
I grabbed the towel, but I was too hesitant to give it to Orian because the towel was very old. Only I used the towel, that's why I didn't buy a new one. And I don't even have the money to buy a new one.
"Orian, if it's alright with you, using my towel? You can take it," I offered him, and he smiled and took the towel from me.
He was wiping his face, his neck, and while he was doing that, I was feeling something else that I couldn't even tell him. I looked down, and my little buddy was hard. I quickly turned my back to him because I couldn't show him this. He would think I'm such a pervert person, that even in this kind of situation, I'm only thinking about this.
