Novel & Cerita Towel Drop

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.

Just as the towel around me whooshes to the ground. Shit.

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.

Climbing off the bed, he threw the towel one side and put on a silk robe. He returned to the place where he dropped the towel and picked it up. He walked over to the bath and sat the towel on a stool for Shawn who stared at him as he walked past. The silk robe was slightly translucent and Aldridge was shameless dressing like that in from of him! Shawn got out completely surprising Aldridge. He took the towel and dried himself off then took the robe Aldridge held towards him and draped it over his shoulders. Closing it, he saw that Aldridge had turned a shade of pink and was looking away while swaying on his feet.

', she said. 'Ahm yeah. I will take a shower after you.', I replied. Hence, Ellen took a bath for a few minutes and got out. But there's something wrong with the world. How did I come to undo her towel?!!! Why am I always a recipient for awkward accidents like this? Yes. Her towel fell off when I walked past her. I just flicked my towel on my shoulder when I noticed that her towel got undone. But it should not undo just like that, right? Are you kidding me?