Guilty Pleasure

Too Hot

This is a scene from the new story- KILLERS: save lives.

Between L and Nayla

Read the actual story for more and see how the two got to this point. 

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I took L to my room and before she could touch the carpet I told her she needed to take her shoes off and strip down. I would handle getting the shower ready for her.

The heat is turned up in the room and I get some towels placing them next to the shower then watched and waited as the bathroom steamed up from the hot water. When I left out the bathroom to tell her to get in, I stopped dead in my tracks looking at the sight. Her back was facing me, but her shirt was completely off including her bra. Her shorts hanged low around her waist showing her hips.

My eyes scanned her whole backside as she moved her arms in circular motions trying to relax, and if anything her muscles flexed beautifully on her especially around her waist.

Evenly toned but not too much. She still looked purely female and I really wanted to run my tongue up her neck. Hopefully that isn't weird.

I had no idea that I was moving close to her until she whipped around quickly and looked down at me. She had a grin placed on her face as I just sat there stuck. "It's rude to stare" she told me.

I let out a deep sigh accepting the fact that I was caught.

"Your shower is ready" I said quickly with my voice shaking.

"Oh. thank you" She reached her hand out to touch me, but I ducked away quickly trying to get away. L looked at me skeptically.

"Are you okay?" she had concern in her voice.

"Of course, Of course"

When she went into the bathroom and closed the door I threw myself onto the couch and began screaming into one of the pillows.

"What is wrong with meee!" I gripped my hair and then sunk into the cushions. "Why do I feel like this? We are supposed to be friends!"

Friends...

I don't think I ever looked at her as just a 'friend'

"Nayla can you come in here please?" L yelled from the bathroom. I opened the door and peaked in slightly, kind of scared of what I would see.

"What is it?" I asked in a small voice.

"Can you help me find the soap?" 

The glass was steamed up, but I was hoping it wasn't so I could get a full view.

Silly me.

I went deeper into the large bathroom and she wiped some of the steam from the glass so I could see her shoulders to her face. I looked past her and saw the soap collection

Right. Behind. Her.

"Dude, the soap is right there?"

She turned around and looked at it all, and then turned back to me.

"I can't use that soap. I have sensitive skin." She began. "Do you have like, a bar soap?"

I really felt like this girl was lying straight through her teeth, but decided to go with it. Walking to the sink, I opened the bottom cabinet and took out a new box of Dove Bar soap... sensitive skin, and took it back to her.

"A whole thug... with sensitive skin. I have never."

I stood a few feet back as she opened the door and I held the soap up to her. She just stood there and looked me up in down with hunger in her eyes. A shiver ran up my back and I kept my feet planted to the tile. "Give it to me." She told me.