Blythe's P.O.V.
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"This must be what CG was talking about earlier," Psycho muttered as he finally moved away from my body and let me stand up.
My a.ss is throbbing, my pu.ssy is throbbing, and I am full of fu.cking embarrassment. I can't believe that just happened. In the middle of the mall. In a fitting room. And with Psycho out of all people!
Did he see my scars? No, I doubt it, right? I mean, the back of this dress pretty much covers everything, and I'm sure my hair covered whatever the dress didn't. He only pushed it up over my butt, not high enough to see that one special scar... Or maybe he did see it and just didn't care. Maybe they all already know about it, about them all.
"I can't believe you fu.cking came just from being spa
