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I thought I was washing my face with sink water. But it was him—pissing in my hands. Eyes closed, naked, lost in the moment. I scooped it up and smeared it on my face like it was holy. By the time I realized, it was too late and honestly? Best. Wash. Ever. Filthy. Tender. Divine. Love can be weird. Ours is perfect.