~LEWIS~
I fold the picture, tucking it into the back pocket of my pants, and quickly proceed to arrange the pillows and make the bed neatly. Just as I finish, my father makes an unexpected appearance, eyeing me suspiciously. I maintain a scowl on my face, concealing any underlying anxiety.
"What are you doing in my bedroom?" he questions, folding his arms across his chest and peering around me before locking eyes with mine.
"Thought I'd find a condom here or, you know, that peppermint lube, but my search was futile," I reply with a nonchalant shrug, heading towards the door.
He grabs my arm, abruptly stopping my movement. "Get your hands off me," I retort, meeting his eyes. My voice carries a lethal tone, and the fact that he's two inches taller than me adds to my frustration.
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