86: Vessel

ADRIANA

Xander takes a quick shower, coming out only a few minutes later. Now dressed in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I tried to keep my eyes above his waistline. While I battled a weird disappointment I felt at the thought of him coming out dressed.

I wanted him in his towel, which you can already tell is a very weird line of thought.

He heads back out of the room without a word in my direction. I almost followed him to ask what was wrong but I stayed back. Simply because of my ironclad self control that was coming out of nowhere. I couldn’t say this was the right time for that.

So, that probably meant that it was.

After staying in bed with the same clothes I spent all day in. I finally got up to go and pee.

I did my business and was about to walk out when I noticed Xander’s shirt folded perfectly. It was kept where the towels were supposed to go. I paused a little in shock, then I looked around thinking maybe he forgot it there.

The towel he used was in the hamper and his pa