KOL
Becca's appearance was that of utter exhaustion; her entire body trembled, a delicate dance between the chill of the recent shower and the lingering echoes of our passionate encounter.
Quickly, I turned off the shower, and then, with a sense of urgency, I exclaimed, "Wait a minute," as I stepped out of the shower stall to retrieve another bathrobe from the cupboard, since the previous one was wet and lying on the floor.
I was so concerned about her that I didn't bother covering myself before I covered her. Finally, as the soft fabric of the warm bathrobe enveloped her, providing relief and gradually calming her trembling body, I let out a sigh of relief and put on my own bathrobe.
She looked weary, almost fragile, and I was afraid that my intensity might have taken a toll on her. W
