“I love the feel of a fluffy towel”
She hated it when he spoke back. Hated it.
Not that he did that often.
Not that he did at all.
But still.
She wasn’t used to a man having his own piece of mind. “it’ll take some time with this” she thought.
And that brought a smile to her face.
They’d argued this morning. Not on anything in particular.
His sock’s had been left on the bathroom floor and that slight OCD she carried, plus her looming monthly, had triggered her wrath.
She sighed. I still love him though. And that package he carries.
She bit her lip.
She needed coffee. And his dick. But for now. Coffee would have to do.
Walking outside to the verandah, she stretched as the slight city breeze came in.
The hair on her skin rose as her body adjusted to the outside chill.
She picked up her towel. Its soft fluffy material embraced her cheeks and she cuddled it for warmth.
I love this color.
Though seeing her brother’s horrid brown “rags” beside hers made her cringe.
“why did that boy choose that?’
She walked back into the house.
It was the second day of being isolated.
I’ll spend it lazing, she thought, as she walked toward the bathroom.