No Hot Water Harley | Dean

“Don’t hang up,” he says quickly, the words tumbling out like cold water from a broken pipe. “I’m not asking for anything. I just… I finally took a cold shower. And I think I figured something out.”

He wakes with a start, mouth tasting like a burned circuit board. The hangover isn’t a headache; it’s a full-body reckoning. no hot water harley dean

A woman’s voice, wary: “Hello?”

The cold water hits him like a slap. His breath catches. His muscles seize. He lets out a sound—half gasp, half sob. “Don’t hang up,” he says quickly, the words