Come What May, Pt. 9
“Good morning, Dreamâ? he says, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. His hair is wet, and even curlier than usual. He’s obviously just gotten out of the shower, which would also explain his only wearing a towel. And now I’m pressed against his warm body in a hug. His skin feels warm and still moist. I pull away after a few seconds. This feels much too nice. My own boyfriend is taking a shower; I can be pressed against his warm, wet skin after he gets out and not feel guilty about it. I certainly feel more than a bit guilty about being pressed up against Oliver while he’s wet and warm and just wearing a towel… that is wrapped dangerously low on his waist… I snap back into reality, and pull away from Oliver. “I see you’ve obviously just gotten out of the shower. Do you want me to just come by when you’re dressed?â? I ask, heading back towards the door. “Dream Willow Farrell, get back hereâ?, he says, taking me by the arm. “I can dress with you in here. Just don’t look at me when the towel goes.â?
Oh my god.