Another fic :)
Mac opened the door to the changing room. He had to change his clothes because he was wet – complete wet! He has had to stand in New York’s rain for one Stunde because of one stupid man who kidnapped his ex-girlfriend. Excellent! He put out his hemd, shirt and threw it in his locker.
Fuck, where are these dry shirts?, he asked himself while he scaned his locker.
Suddenly the door opened.
“Oh Mac… I’m sorry… I just wanted to take…”, Stella sagte hectically and turned around again. Mac laughed.
“Why so hectically? Have Du never seen a man without a t-shirt before?”
“Yes,...
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