Towel Drop 소설 & 이야기

he concluded, taking a step toward the hallway. He froze midway, his eyes dropping down to scan what he was wearing. “A towel?”

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.

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

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.

I yanked myself away from his grip, pulling backward, not knowing his fingers had been clutched into the hem of his towel. It was too late. It happened too fast, We both stood and watched as the towel slid off my body. Falling to the floor.