His body that had just showered was still steaming, the warmth seeping through the bathrobe and pajamas onto me.
I supported Byron, my eyes fixed on the large bed in the center of the room, fearful that a careless glance would betray my inappropriate thoughts.
"Laura, I'm sorry to trouble you," Byron said, perhaps a bit lightheaded from staying in the bathroom too long, his breath slightly labored.
'Oh no!'
I tried not to look and to listen. And I kept my mouth shut because I was afraid I would say something inappropriate. I hurried toward the bedside, helping Byron as I quickened my pace just a little.
But I was not too fast. I wanted him to keep up easily. However, for some reason, when we reached the edge of the bed, Byron slowed down, making me feel anxious. Our legs tangled toget
