Novel & Cerita Towel Drop

I stood up and with my eyes, I searched the room for his towel. "It's on the shelf," Eric spoke, even more sternly this time. I ignored his arrogance and grabbed the towel from the shelf. As soon as my fingers grazed it, I could tell it was made of high-quality material. It was an expensive plain white towel and it felt like silk under my touch, so soft and luxurious. The texture was smooth and velvety and I couldn't stop myself from running my hand over it again and again. These rich people were leaving no stone unturned in making the most out of their lives. Everything about them had to scream the money they were worth. Typical.

Water running over every inch of him. The shower shut off. A minute later the door opened wider. Jax stepped out with nothing but a white motel towel wrapped low around his hips. It hung dangerously loose. One wrong move and it would fall. Water still dripped from his hair onto his chest, running down between his pecs, over his abs, disappearing under the towel. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Your turn if you want.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes and called back, exasperated, "Jeez, how many times do I have to tell you I’m not interested?" John just chuckled and kept washing. When he finally stepped out, steam trailing behind him, Evelyn was already wrapped in a towel. It clung loosely to her chest and barely covered her thighs. "Close your eyes, you freak," she snapped, pulling her towel tighter. John spun around quickly, facing the wall. “Okay, okay!” Then, without warning, he dropped his towel and strolled toward the bed. Evelyn gasped, her mouth falling open as she caught a full view before she could look away.

He helped me up and I held onto my towel quickly, fearing it would fall because it had already loosened. The towel wrapped around my head had already fallen off due to the fall that I had narrowly escaped but I didn't bother to pick it up, there was already enough awkwardness in the air. "I'm really sorry for barging into your room like this, I apologize for my rude behavior." He apologized as he ran a hand through his long blonde hair that almost fell on his face. I turned my back to him and secured my towel to my body. I would absolutely hate it if it had to come off in front of a stranger and a hot one at that.

“I can’t—what if Sage—” “Lock the door.” I stood on shaking legs, crossed to the door, and turned the lock with a soft click. “Done?” he asked. “Yes.” “Good. Now drop the towel.” My hands moved to the edge of the fabric, hesitating. “Isabelle.” His voice was firm now, commanding. “Drop it.” I let it fall. The cool air hit my damp skin, and I shivered—from temperature or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. “It’s off,” I whispered.

My cheeks flamed as I hurried to cover myself back up. "What the hell, Jax!" I scolded, "You didn't feel the need to give me a warning that you're in here?" He stood up, facing the window away from me. "You dropped your towel literally .5 seconds after entering your room. I don't think you even had the door fully closed." "Welp..." I said, making sure he was fully turned around before I yet again, dropped my towel. "This is awkward. Don't turn around until I tell you to."

He believed that wearing a towel around him meant I needed my space and privacy, which he firmly adhered to. I turned around to face him, stood on the tip of my toes, and kissed him. He returned the kiss while still holding my towel in one hand and one of the gadgets in the other. I took the tool from him and dropped it back, then slowly pulled his hand away from the towel, letting the towel drop to the floor.

The fluffy material was now soggy from the water that had splashed out of the tub. I dropped the towel to the floor, trying to sop up the rest of the water when Oliver released the stopper from the drain. He stood up, getting out of the tub and nudging the other towel into the water before walking over to grab us another towel.

Scarlet froze, totally caught off guard by the sight of Easton standing in front of her, barely covered by the towel slung low on his hips. Her eyes moved over Easton without meaning to. He stood there, the towel hanging low around his waist, barely covering him. The towel rested just above his hips, and water droplets were slowly rolling down his well-defined chest and abs. Some of the droplets slid lower, disappearing into the towel, leaving very little to the imagination.

Sweat dripped down their bodies as the machines hummed loudly. A few seconds later, the two of them stopped the treadmills at the same time and stepped down. Xander immediately picked up a towel that had been neatly folded nearby. It was obvious the towel was old but well cared for. So he calmly used it to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. Seeing this, Micheal shook his head and laughed. “Come on bro, you have been using that towel since forever.”