The next morning, Stiles sauntered into Peterβs room while he was still rubbing sleep from his eyes. She wore a silky pink robe, tied loosely so that the curve of her breasts and the bare line of her thighs peeked through.
βGrandpa Peter,β she cooed, climbing onto his bed and shaking his shoulder. βWake up. Itβs bath time.β













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