Novel & Cerita Towel Drop

I should remember this for my apartment, she thought to herself. Chihun then pulled out a white, fluffy towel; he waved it at Doona, then he tossed it across the room towards her. Doona, who was busy making a mental note about couch compartments, missed Chihun's cue –which was when he waved it at her. So the towel travelled across the room and landed directly in Doona's face. She pulled it off her face and yelled, "what did you do that for?" Her fingers gripped the towel tightly.

I grabbed my towel at the knot that was keeping it in place. He tilted his head slightly, raising a brow. “Is that a no?”

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.

The towel slides down his waist. "What?" ******************************************

“Bet you’d love to watch, wouldn’t you? Creep. Mr. Buttons, we can’t let him see us naked. Quick, to the kitchen!” I thrust my glass in the air like a sword. “Operation Towel Shield is a go!” Mr. Buttons barked. Agreement? Confusion? Didn’t matter. I grabbed a kitchen towel and scanned the room. Chair? No. Barstool? No. Both. “Yes. Perfect.” I stacked the chair on top of the barstool, still gripping my drink with one hand. The chair scraped across the floor as I dragged the whole wobbly mess toward the bathroom.

Jovie dropped her towel. Wow she really was flawless.

I saunter up to him and run my hand down his abs. “You know you love it and wouldn’t have things any other way.” I look down and see the towel is now tented. I drop my hand down to where the towel is tied at his waist. I let my hand undo the towel, watching it fall to the floor. I inch my hand down with the intention of running it across his tip.

At the same time, the towel fell to the floor. "Oh, my God!"

She tucked the top corner in, so it stayed in place around her. Hayward had long believed that there were few things sexier than a woman wearing nothing more than a towel, and Elissa only reinforced that. He slowly licked his lips and then followed her out of the bath. He took a moment to wipe himself down (just so he wasn’t dripping wet), then tied the towel around his waist.