Another fic :)
Mac opened the door to the changing room. He had to change his clothes because he was wet – complete wet! He has had to stand in New York’s rain for one saa because of one stupid man who kidnapped his ex-girlfriend. Excellent! He put out his shati and threw it in his locker.
Fuck, where are these dry shirts?, he asked himself while he scaned his locker.
Suddenly the door opened.
“Oh Mac… I’m sorry… I just wanted to take…”, Stella alisema hectically and turned around again. Mac laughed.
“Why so hectically? Have wewe never seen a man without a t-shirt before?”
“Yes,...
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