Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

Himari’s POV. - Zorien steps out of the bathroom with a white towel tied around his waist and another over his dripping hair. My eyes bulge out and my jaw slackens. ‘W-what in the moon is he doing?!’ Every nerve ending in my body seems to be vibrating as he lifts both his taunt arms to rub the towel roughly in his hair.

I got distracted between reading the label, balancing the wide package, and walking that I forgot that the towel was too small to securely stay around my body. And it slipped loose. With a gasp, I dropped the package and ducked in time as the towel slipped open but my hands caught it before it exposed any part of my body that was way too private to be seen. I didn’t really think much about it until I straightened back up, still trying to cover my ass with the fabric when I saw Adonis frozen in the kitchen doorway. He was staring at me, in his sexy as fuck work-out gear, white air-pods in his ears, hair messily spiked with his hands wrapped with black and -surprise, surprise- Chase standing b

I wrapped my hair in a towel, taking another one around me as I stepped out of the shower. I always found the art of perfectly wrapping a towel around oneself and moving around handsfree, very fascinating. I never got the hang of it. Instead, I would hold up the end of the wrap tightly under my arm. Basically making myself handicapped in one arm. I made my way to the living area of my small apartment, one arm holding up the towel wrapped around myself, the other hand drying my hair with a smaller towel.

Noah told me, while rubbing a part of my forehead. "Or here?" He told me, now rubbing another part of my forehead. Few drops of water were present on his chest and few were passing down from his chest to his stomach. He looked like some Greek God. Perfect face, with well built chest, six packs on abdomen and hard biceps and triceps. Wait! He already had a towel tied around his waist. "You had a towel, then why did you ask me to bring another?" I asked him. "Well I found it just now. Give me that," he told me and took the other towel from my hand and placed it on the hanger.

I can hear my intestines wiggling like worms in protests. And oh that hissing sound? I bet it's fat sizzles. I carefully and quietly appear from the wall and what stands in front of my eyes, the back facing me, is Jordan Crown himself. He's topless, only wearing an apron. I can see the well-defined muscles of his back, the rough and firm muscles that link his broad shoulders. That athletic structure reaches all the way down, which his round and healthy buttocks restricted from going further. I know he has the cake. It forms against his gray sweatpants. HIS GRAY SWEATPANTS!

She glanced down at the material hanging on her like a sheet. “I’m not doing something right.” Teva smirked. “You didn’t wrap it correctly.” She didn’t know what the hell that meant, but she opened her arms wide at Teva’s instructions and allowed the woman to move the material across her chest like a tube top, taking away her ability to wear a bra. She twined it loosely around her midriff and then wrapped it around her waist into a long, flowy skirt. She did something so the material tied up at the curve of her ass.

He has a towel wrapped around his waist, and he’s drying his hair with his back turned to me. The muscles on his back and shoulders ripple as he works the towel through his hair. The towel wrapped around his waist is starting to come loose, and suddenly all the problems I have in the world melt away, just watching him like that. The mate bond is a funny thing. It’s fascinating to see how easy it is to get lost in my mate, how smooth everything seems to be when he’s around. I smile to myself as he turns around, flinches, and puts a hand on his muscular chest.

As he hadn't dried off completely, droplets of water slid down his abs and disappeared into the towel. While walking toward the bed, the towel shifted slightly downward, revealing his defined Adonis belt.

I was surprised that Jaxson was not yelling my name already, or was he already working on his files? I managed to tie the towel around my body; it couldn't go round so I just used my hand to roll it and fold it inside. It became too short, but I managed it that way. I came out gently, I was careful so the towel wouldn't fall off, and I stylishly used my hand to cover my thigh. “I thought you were going to spend eternity in the bathroom, and why are you acting like a shy teenager? What is wrong? "I couldn't find a bigger towel, sir; this one is too small for me so I don't want it to fall off.

"Was I too harsh? Is it not removing? Do you need my help?" "Yes, it's not removing!" I shouted back, smirking. "Help me." "Tie a towel." Looking around the shower, I grabbed the towel from the upper shelve and tied it around my waist. "Done." My eyes remained glued to the door as she opened it up and entered, looking all cute in her PJs.