Towel Drop Novels & Stories

Dylan said while coming out of the washroom. Adira turned back to look at him after hearing his voice. Her eyes went wide with shock. He was only in towel. His body was still wet. The water drops falling from his hair and then to his face sliding down on his body. One drop of water that was sliding down from his face to his neck caught Adira's attention. She was looking at that drop without blinking her eye for once. The drop was sliding down in every second. Sliding down from his chest it reached to his towel that was ties on his lower body. The drop get absorbed inside the towel and Adira slightly opened her mouth after looking that drop got absorbed in the towel.

both of them spoke at the same time but only to stop their sentence when Valen suddenly chipped Milan's name that made Zander to turn around and face his sister who was in real danger. She was trying to pull down the cotton towel from the slab located next to the fridge where the water purifyer was placed and it was slipping down the wedge since the towel was under of it. "Milan" Earlier than the purifyer could fall on Milan, Zander quickly bent overhead of her body like a roof that the gadget came crashing down on his back badly.

Very lightly, he placed his palm on my tightly closed fist that clasped my towel securely around me. “Let go of the towel,” he commanded softly, which I didn’t hesitate in doing. He spread the towel on the tiled floor and looked at Gage, who nodded that he was ready to continue with the video. He squatted and patted the fluffy pink fabric. “Kneel down on the towel and get on all fours.”

Still, I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to wash away the night before. I stepped under the lukewarm spray, scrubbing my hair with the pathetic excuse of a soap bar, feeling it dissolve in my hands like a tragic love story. Whatever. It worked. The water ran down my back, soothing, cleansing, resetting me, even if it was just for a moment. But then—problem. No. Freaking. Towel. Panic set in. I froze mid-motion, my wet fingers hovering in the air. My towel was folded neatly outside, right where I’d left it—in the room. Where Aiden could walk in at any second.

Kendrick walked slowly closer to her and then dropped the towel he used to wipe his hair on the back of a chair nearby. "I'm done. Shall we begin?"

He had taken off his trousers and a towel was wrapped around his waist. Slowly, her eyes widened as the towel slipped off his waist and fell to the floor.

He said tilting his head slightly towards the bathroom. “Oh yes! I…I should.” I said, stuttering. “The towel is on the upper shelf along with everything you need, if you have any issues don’t hesitate to call.” He said nodding towards the doorway. And then the scent from him drifted over, the scent of dark cedar and warm musk. It was engulfing, intoxicating and mind blowing. “Okay,” I whispered.

I tell her as I wrap a towel around my hips. She walks into the bathroom, and her eyes are glued to my body. She holds up her hand to hand the phone over to me. Amber gulps as she follows the trickling drop of water. The drop of water trickles down my forehead, to my lips, to my neck, to my collar bones, to my chest, to my abs, to my v-line, and drains into the fabric of the towel.

Back away slow like it's a bear. But the floor creaked. Charles turned. They stood there, looking at each other with their eyes. There was a pause of such longness, she could feel the atoms of air that danced around her turn to ice. Then— The towel slipped. Not all the way. Just a little, so gravity won out over modesty. Fiona's hands flashed out to cover herself, too late. The towel dropped to the floor with a soft whisper. Silence. They stared. Fiona stared in horror.

"C-can I get a towel? I should dry my hair. It's still soaking the floor." Tyler remained motionless for a long beat before nodding slowly. He rose, stumbling slightly as he navigated to the washroom. He returned a moment later with a white towel. "Thanks." Willow took it and began to vigorously rub her hair, hoping the task would shield her from his unreadable, intense stare.