Towel Drop Novels & Stories

', 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?

Water droplets lined his muscular profile in a sexy and charming way as he wiped his damp hair with a towel. Her gaze fell on the teddy bear bath towel, and she was instantly piqued. This towel was specifically bought for Youyou. After each bath, the little lad would wrap himself in this towel, which covered his body just right. However, on this man, it could only barely cover his midsection, including his private parts. “Hey.” She pointed at the bath towel on him neutrally. “That’s Youyou’s.” Unhappy, he threw her a sidelong glare. “So?”

Mom held the bundle in front of Alexander. “What is this?” “Nothing fancy,” mom brushed off with a tiny giggle, “Just some of Harold’s old clothes he can’t fit into anymore.” “He wasn’t -” Mom pointedly cut me off and kept her eyes on Alex. “There’s a shower down the hall. I’ve left a fresh towel there if you’d like to clean up.” Alexander stood up and bowed his head. “Thank you.”

he jest, graping a towel on his way out of the bathroom. Now alone standing under the biggest waterfall shower head I've ever seen, I take a deep breath and submerge myself in the stream. I stay like this for a moment, letting the water wash away my now pent up frustrations until the smell of food whoffs in, making my mouth salivates. Feeling my stomach ache, I quickly wash my hair and body with the complimentary toiletries provided, then turn the water off and wrap myself in a towel. The towel is so incredibly soft and downy thing I have ever felt, wow. I dry myself off and join Elias out in the bedroom with only the towel on to see the little table under the window full of food. My jaw dro

Victor entered his room; he was met with a scene of utter disarray. His belongings were scattered haphazardly across the floor, as if a tornado had swept through, leaving chaos in its wake. A wet towel lay draped across his bed, its soggy presence an affront to his sense of order. With a flick of his wrist, Victor picked up the offending towel, holding it between two fingers as if it might contaminate him.

It’s about Osiris and making him feel better about himself and his position. I watched the shower glass get all steamy and I knew what I had to do. I reached over to the shelves next to the sink I was using and grabbed one of the smaller folded towels, I walked to the shower door, dropped the towel that I was wrapped up in, opened the shower door, and stepped inside.

Aiden was standing in the middle of the living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of him. He must have used the guest bathroom to shower. He had beads of water dripping down his broad chest and across his abs. I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down his body and towards his happy trail. His towel was barely hanging onto his hips, and I could almost see the outline of his manhood.

My gaze slowly drifted downward. And that was when I noticed something dangerous. The knot of her towel had loosened. The fabric was barely holding itself together, clinging to her chest in a fragile balance. One wrong movement and it would slip straight down her body. And from the way the towel shifted slightly with every breath she took… It could fall any second. My eyes lingered where the towel threatened to betray her. The knot had loosened so much that the fabric barely stayed in place. It hung precariously around her chest, the edge dipping dangerously low.

I lean in slightly, tilting my head. Just a split lip. I turn on the faucet. The sound of running water fills the small space. I scoop some into my palm and splash it over my face. It's cold. It drags me back, just enough. Water runs down my jaw, dripping off my chin. I grab a small towel and press it against my skin, wiping away the blood, the sweat… the mess. For a second, I close my eyes. Then I drop the towel and walk out. Troy is standing there, waiting.

Eleanor came out of the bedroom with a fresh towel and handed it to Theo. "Only this one." Theo glanced at the towel with a hint of distaste, but he didn't dare say anything. He silently stretched out a hand to take it. After wrapping it around his waist to cover his important bits and his bottom, he nodded in satisfaction and walked out. "Why haven't you dried yourself off? You'll catch a cold!" Eleanor said, naturally reaching out to grab the towel around Theo's waist. Theo pressed it down nervously and jumped to the side.