I carried Hazel out of the room, her body still trembling against mine.
She was limp in my arms, breathing slow and soft after everything we’d just done.
I took her straight to the bedroom and set her down gently on the edge of the bed.
“You okay?” I asked, brushing her hair back from her face.
She nodded, eyes half-closed. “Yeah. Just… floaty.”
I kissed her forehead. “Stay right here. I’ll run the shower for you.”
While the water heated up I helped her stand and walked her into the bathroom. She stepped under the spray on her own and I waited outside the glass door, watching the steam fill the room. When she came out a few minutes later she was wearing one of my white button-down shirts, nothing else. The fabric clung to her damp skin and her n*****s poked hard against it. My c**k
