more than i can hold in my heart.

towel

part 2 of "spider"

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After the embarrassment wore away, Miranda continued her shower in Callie's bathroom.

She had her eyes closed as the water glided over her skin. It was cool enough to distract her from the fact that a stranger, a handsome stranger, had just seen her naked.

Sighing, she turned the faucet off and opened the shower door. Miranda was reaching for her towel, when she realized that it was Ben's.

She blinked in surprise. It was a royal blue, and she forgot to return it. Granted, she was as naked as the day she was born, so it was really no brainer that she brought it.

Miranda huffed out a breath. She had to return it. She closed her eyes as she grabbed it, and wiped herself. The thought that the towel had been used by him before was turning her on. She imagined his body wet, the water dripping down his toned muscles.

Her eyes snapped open. She shook her head. There was no way she was fantasizing about a stranger using his towel, that she stole. Or was it borrowed? Did that count?

Either way, she wrapped the towel around her body and went outside her best friend's bathroom.

"Uh, that's not my towel, or Mark's or Arizona's." Callie commented as Miranda ransacked her closet.

The short woman pulled a blouse and some shorts from the closet, and faced the Latina. "Nope."

Callie raised an eyebrow. "So, whose is it?" She definitely knew whose, and she was teasing her.

"None of your business."

As she dressed, Callie continued to pester her about the towel. "Bailey," she sang. "Whose is it?"

Miranda rolled her eyes. "You know whose. Stop it."

Callie cackled. "It's Ben Warren's, isn't it?"

"Yes, now, will you stop?"

"You have to return it, oh my God."

"And what about it?" Miranda asked, having finished dressing. Her hair was still a little wet, and she needed to comb it soon or it would curl out.

Callie smirked. "Nothing, just asking."

"Well, stop asking." She blushed suddenly, looking at the towel in her hands.

Her best friend definitely noticed but didn't tease her about it anymore. "Ooh-kay, then. Well, I'm gonna go take a nap. Can you lock the door when you leave?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

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Miranda headed back towards her apartment after fixing her hair. She grabbed the towel, and tucked it on her arm and headed home.

She reached her bedroom, and it was a mess. The floor was wet and slippery, filled with soaps that dripped from her body. She hesitated to enter her bathroom, but she managed to clean it all up.

Staring at the towel, she bit her lip in thought. Does she have to return it? She didn't want to face him after that stunt she just pulled?

She groaned, putting her face into her hands. She wished she could just hide under a rock and die.

Making a decision, she took the towel and headed to the laundry shop. She had it washed, and dried.

Miranda headed back up to her apartment, and folded the towel. She glanced at the clock. It was 5:17 PM. She was on-call tonight at 6 PM.