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George tried not to laugh—he really did—but with Ringo standing in his doorway, completely soaked, he couldn’t stop himself.
“I forgot my umbrella.”
“No kidding.” George let him in, and Ringo shook out his hair like a dog. This time, George didn’t feel bad for laughing.
“Are ya gonna help me or what?” Ringo pouted.
“’Course I am,” George said, enveloping his boyfriend in a hug. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”
“Wha—George,” Ringo said, pushing him away, “now you’re all wet.”
George smirked. “Guess we’ll have to get me out of these clothes, too.”