Soleil's mouth was agape with every intention of some witty retort, but Deveraux had already slipped away and the door clicked softly shut after him.
Her eyes instantly darted over to the nightstand.
"Eww," she groaned to herself, kicking off her dirty tennis shoes.
Out in the hall, she heard the flick of a light switch, followed by the retreating footsteps of her father. Following this, an eventual soft creaking sounded overhead.
The distraction was only momentary, and she was left with swirling, mixed emotions as she attempted to process everything - the day, the kiss, and every possible future. It all seemed quite murky...and maybe like one of those scream-into-a-pillow kind of moments.
She resisted, however, and mindlessly peeled her socks from her feet, tossing them in the direction of her pack.
Did he say the shower worked? She couldn't remember. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and cast them about as she walked across the cold wood floor and began to riffle through her belongings.
The air in the room held a slight chill in it, prompting a shiver from her as the entirety of her bare skin was covered in a wave of chicken skin.
"Brrr," she sounded softly, wondering if her eagerness to undress had been premature.
She easily found her toiletries, but her pajamas were obviously lost within the disarray of everything she'd thrown into her bag before setting off upon this hasty retreat.
Her patience didn't last long and she sighed heavily, reaching for the door handle.
Fuck it. She didn't have any hang-ups about nudity. If Deveraux saw her naked, whatever. In fact, the thought incited a silent roll of laughter. Maybe it would even be a little excitement for him...and her.
With this deviant worm of an idea in the forefront of her mind, she took the the handle and turned it, stepping out into the hallway with confidence.
In the low light, her eyes were drawn to her naked body, reflected clearly in the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the hallway. The loft overlooked that space, and she was content to hear the gentle creak of movement above.
She stood there for several seconds longer before slinking further down the hall and through the bathroom door with a most satisfied grin.
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Reconnecting
RomanceWARNING: This story contains themes and situations that may be sensitive or emotionally challenging for some readers. A young woman searches out her father, hidden from her until her 19th birthday, leading to deep, conflicting feelings as they visit...
