Jaskier pouts. "I write poetry for you, let the art of my words combine with the art of your beauty on your soft skin, and here you are, already thinking of washing it off!"
The nerve! The scandal! The offense!
"You would've taken a shower even if I hadn't fucked you. I refuse to believe you leave the house with bed hair."
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The nerve! The scandal! The offense!
"You would've taken a shower even if I hadn't fucked you. I refuse to believe you leave the house with bed hair."