Benedict
I was hoping that Sloane would be waiting for me in her room when I finished showering. Well, only partially hoping. That shower gel ... Holy Mother Moon Goddess! I know it’s not what makes Sloane smell as good as she does, but it’s a very close second. Having that scent surrounding me in the small space of her shower, seeing the evidence of Sloane in the shower, like a dark hair on the shower wall, or the bar of soap that had the marks of a washcloth on it, made my shower seem so much more intimate and my body responded accordingly.
Being a gentleman, I didn’t do anything about my body’s response to her, but damn do I need a private moment ... or two ... or three.
However, when I stepped out of her bathroom, she wasn’t there. I got dressed quickly and stepped out of her room,
