The steam clung to the bathroom mirror, casting the room in a hazy, dreamlike glow. Ryleigh stepped out of the shower, warm droplets clinging to her skin as she reached for the fluffy towel hanging on the hook. She wrapped it tightly around herself and padded softly across the tile floor, the residual warmth from the water making her feel cocooned and comforted, if only for a moment.
She grabbed a fresh pair of cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt, slipping them on before flipping her head forward and towel-drying her damp hair. Her long, straight strands fell in a soft curtain around her face, and she ran her fingers through the tangles absentmindedly. Her heart still felt heavy, the thoughts of the evening refusing to quiet, even under the soothing hum of running water or the comfort of cl
