AMARIS
Tuesday 23rd February
The shower pelts down on me full blast, the heat washing away the aches of morning training. Sol patters around the bathroom, the residual water from her shower rolling down her skin, glistening in the light. She throws a smile at me before disappearing into our dressing room. I watch her ass as she walks away, a smile playing on my lips as I massage shampoo into my scalp, washing away the sweat.
I quickly rinse and repeat with the conditioner, before cleaning the rest of my body, my stomach already growling at the prospect of breakfast.
Once the water runs clear I step out of the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel before walking through to the dressing room myself. Sol is sat at her dressing table, using her defuser to dry her hair. The soft glow of the
