Towel Drop Novels & Stories

My eyes glazed with tears and in my utter shock, I completely dropped my towel, pulling over the t-shirt in absolute absence. I picked up the briefs and held them before my eyes in awe. My right leg moved up then the left as I wore the briefs. They were big but hung on my hips. I had not been that covered in so long and he would never understand what he had just done for me. I quickly wiped my tears away, staring at the floor to hide my face away. I picked up the towel and folded it with my shaking hands. I walked to the bathroom where I stored it away.

I confined my mission to map out his body with water drops that continued trailing down to his broad shoulders, sliding over the hard planes of his chest, catching in the ridges of his abs before disappearing into that dangerously low towel. The towel. God, that towel. My eyes burned at the sight of the traitor, who interrupted my free show. The towel hung so low on his hips I could see the sharp cut of his V-line, deep and defined, pointing straight down like an arrow I had no business following. One tiny shift, one careless tug, and I’d get a full view of everything underneath. My mouth went dry. My brain flatlined, I remembered what they felt like from the day we ended up in a compromised

I reached for a towel on the hanger and thoroughly toweled myself dry. After wrapping the towel around my body, I reached for another smaller one, sashayed over to the bathroom counter with it and carefully towel dried my hair, letting it fall limply while the long damp curls cascaded down my back, reaching just a few inches above my waist. After wrapping the towel around my body, I reached for another smaller one, sashayed over to the bathroom counter with it and carefully towel dried my hair, letting it fall limply while the long damp curls cascaded down my back, reaching just a few inches above my waist.

Must be a rich guy thing. “Oh,” I exclaim, moving toward him, before he stops me, “towels are in the cabinet to your left.” I stop and grab a black towel before continuing to the couch and kneeling to wipe up the spill. Again, he stops me, “No. Bend at the waist, don’t kneel, your back to me.”

After Alexander closed his eyes, tanya took the bowl she brought into the room closer to her. She found a small black face towel on the table, which she picked, and then dipped it into the bowl of warm water. After making sure it was fully soaked in the water, she took it out of the bowl and squeezed the excess water out of it. Then, she gently placed the towel on Alexander's forehead. Alexander, who had his eyes closed, was surprised by the sudden warmth on his head.

“I’m not trying to tempt anyone.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. His voice was even huskier now. He raised his hand like he was going to touch my face, but then he stopped about an inch away. Our lips were so close now, and the tension between us kept increasing. Then suddenly, my towel slipped and dropped to the floor with a soft thudding sound. Neither of us moved.

I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Teyara…” His voice suddenly dropped, carrying a heavy, melancholy undertone. “I am going to utilize the shower,” I announced, cutting him off as I stood up. “Turn your back completely, please.” He complied without an argument, rising to face the far wall. I retrieved a plush towel from the built-in wardrobe. It carried the faint, distinct scent of sandalwood that had always defined him. Realizing I had absolutely no alternative, I swiftly stepped out of my tailored attire and secured the fabric tightly around my frame.

My towel slid lower as I clutched it, but his stare pinned me where I sat. “Drop it,” he repeated, voice a command wrapped in heat. My hands shook, but the knot slipped free. The towel fell in a hush of terrycloth, and the air hit me scalding, heavy, leaving me bare and trembling. His gaze swept over me slowly, greedily, until I wanted to cover myself again. “Good,” he murmured, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The motion dragged the towel on his hips lower, showing more of the rigid shape beneath. “Rule two: don’t cover yourself. Ever. Not once while you’re in here with me.”

‘‘But you, you only have me…’’ My heart throbbed again, and my grip on the towel loosened as it was flown away with the wind. I looked down, and found it landed on the grassy field below. I quickly rushed to the door and exited the room, then hurriedly used the elevator to get to the lower level. ‘‘Miss Celestine…’’ a servant greeted me as I walked through the sliding door and into the garden. I nodded at her and made my way where the towel had been dropped.

As he hadn't dried off completely, droplets of water slid down his abs and disappeared into the towel. While walking toward the bed, the towel shifted slightly downward, revealing his defined Adonis belt.