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I was currently standing outside at the door way to the Roberts house, having just knocked I was waiting for someone to open the door. Dylan
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and Judah,
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who were my best friends since elementary, asked if I'd do a yoga session with their dad. Well 'ask' is an understatement more like forced too, constantly putting me in more and more embarrassing situations until I agreed to do it. They said it was for my own good since I was stressed out from work and life in general but I don't think normal people commit borderline sexual assault on someone they care about but that was just how they showed they cared and it's in the past. The Roberts were a bit different from other families, they were what some people might say more 'open' than other families. Very flamboyant and open with the way the talk and act. Most people stayed away from them but I liked them, they were different and genuine people that I grew to view as a second family.
The door opened to reveal it was August, flashing a soft smile and quickly enveloping me in a hug, I happily hug him back.
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August: "(Y/n)! Thanks for coming over."
August's hugs were always firm, thanks to his yoga he developed strong muscles. One of his hands were wrapped around my back and other on the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him. With my head being next to his I could smell the scent of strawberry's off of his silky medium length hair that almost reached his shoulders. We broke the hug and August invited me inside of his home.
