Once she had freshened up, she headed back to where I was in the living room. I looked over at her, and she had her thin body wrapped in hotel robes. She heavily smelled of strawberry shampoo, mixed in with her natural scent... Good God, I want to bury myself in the crook of her neck and take in her scent.
"Sorry to disturb... I don't have any clean clothes... The one I had on is still wet." she quietly said as she gripped the hem of the robe on her chest.
"Wet? Did you wash them?" I asked, surprised.
"I did..." she stuttered.
"Give me a second." I said.
I hurriedly went into the room and took another towel to wrap around her body. As I headed out to her, she was gently admiring the furniture. Her wet hair glistened in the light of the room, and beads of water gently graced her s
