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After my long and warm shower, I quickly shoved the light-colored curtains out of my way, listening to the loud and hurried sound, while I stood at the end of the steaming shower, dripping with warm water, with my light hair tied into a loose messy bun.
Then, I listened to drops fall onto the warm shower floor, while I stood there tightly wrapped with my pink towel, catching a glimpse of the soaked JJ sitting on the counter with his towel still wrapped around his lower torso.
Tight abs are still on display.
Realizing we were both tied in a towel with our bodies soaked with warm and clean water. Except for him. More dryer than me. Just one cloth piece was covering our privacy that we've seen numerous times, but this time, it felt very different.
His luminous eyes lingered on my slim and tan body, scanning my cute curves, and my upper thighs that were covered, only giving him a sight of my arms and soft legs. Mostly hoping he could see through it, but I wasn't as transparent as he thought. I took my time showering, feeling relaxed while JJ and I spoke about silly and random things. Avoiding everything about our problems, and focusing on other things. Things that won't strike an argument between us. Like surfing, our favorite foods, more of pougelandia. It was peaceful and refreshing to proceed with our deep conversation platonicly and softly. Filled with numerous laughs, and chuckles, keeping our energy soft and avoiding getting spotted by my father who was next door.
"Oh-JJ. Why didn't you put clothes on?" I softly questioned, leaning my head to the side, while I carefully moved my nail-polished foot on the white and damp bath mat, before the other one followed.
"Too risky. Also, I was speaking to you." JJ nudged his head towards my dark and empty room, giving me a satisfactory excuse. "Oh, okay-right. Come here." I mandated, carefully swiping the bottom of my feet on the bath mat multiple times, while the cool air of my room breezed into the private and steamy bathroom.
"Where?" He asked before I began stepping away from the steamy shower, away from the damp bath mat, placing my smooth feet on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. "Come," I ordered to him once more, hearing him slip off of the counter and onto his feet, while I made my way to my cooler and dark room.
Heavy footsteps followed behind my soft ones while I stepped into my dark and locked room, feeling cold shivers strike up my covered and damp back, provoking me to throw away a cold shudder. Then, I started stepping towards my tall dresser beside my clean vanity, which was crammed with multiple drawers, filled with loads of my clothing, and an extra for my friend's belongings.
