The first thing I saw was a buff, damp blonde man in a bath towel.
I was standing in the hallway of my new home in Lisbon. It was only 10am but I was already haggard from a day of travel and the Olympian effort of hauling my suitcase up several flights of stairs. The man was exiting the bathroom in a swirl of steam just as I reached to unlock my bedroom …
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