Snippet #2740970

Luther listened as he stripped and dried himself off. He left the towel on his head while slipping on nothing but sweat pants before huffing. "You got the responsibility right." He said, hoping he didn't say it loud enough for her to hear as he dried off his hair. "You are right... you aren't the poster girl for taking responsibility. It was my fault for starting something with you to begin with. It is clear that it takes Rylie yelling at you to get your head out of your brother's ass. I don't know how you are going to make it in your business if you hate people... I was optimistic, but... I guess I had to get my head out of your ass and now I see a bit clearly." He said.