I switch off the shower and look around for something to dry my body with. I see the white towels spread on the hanger, but this is a public space, and I can't.
"Here, take this!" he says, and before I could process what he meant, he's already pulling off his black suit and unbuttoning his black inner shirt.
"Adam, that's your shirt; it's gonna get wet."
"Don't worry, the meeting should be ending by now, anyways."
He walks over and hands it to me, so I take it.
Damping it with my hair and dabbing it all over my body to soak up the water.
His faint scent of musk vanilla is all over his shirt, mixed with a subtle scent of his sweat.
I miss the days of wearing his shirt straight out of the shower.
I walk over and hand it to him, taking my gown from his shoulder.
"Bang bang bang!" We
