Savannah scurried into her apartment, tossing her purse onto the counter before beelining it toward the bathroom. She stripped off as she went, not caring that she was leaving a conspicuous trail of clothes behind her. It’s not like there was anyone else in the apartment to notice, anyway. The discarded clothing smelled of booze and sweat, and so did she. Both Savannah and her clothes needed a thorough wash.
Savannah shivered, feeling chilled now that she’d stripped her clothes away, and reached into the shower to turn the hot water on. She didn’t wait for the heat to kick in before stepping into the water. The cold water hit her, sending another shiver through her body, before it finally warmed up. As usual, the shock of cold didn’t do much to temper her desire. So far as she could tell,
