Her need to be free ever since she was a little girl... yes, she was older than me by three years, but even I knew that about her.
I shook my head, then looked to the left where my shower caddy was and froze.
Cause this wasn’t my shower.
I hadn’t made it home last night.
No.
I had needed to pee.
Grey had led me through the clubhouse and to a room.
He’d given me some clothes to change into.
I had... and then... I’d seen a bed and wanted to lie down for a bit.
And now I was here.
I’d woken up in another bed that wasn’t mine.
I was in a shower that wasn’t mine.
I winced.
Way to go, Kimber.I mentally chided myself.
Then I looked around the shower, found some bottles, and seeing one was a two-in-one, I grabbed it.
Sniffed it.
It was a girl thing, shut up.
After I washed my hair, I grabbed the green bottle of Irish Spring.
I lathered up, then rinsed off.
I turned off the water, and that was when it hit me.
Towels.
Fucking hell.
I closed my eyes.
Then a deep raspy voice came from outside the shower curtain, “Kimber? You alright in there?”
I squeaked.
I heard a chuckle.
“Umm, yeah?” I asked.
He chuckled again, “It’s Grey, darlin’. What do you need?”
“Umm, well, two towels if that’s okay?” I asked.
Moments later, I heard a soft click, then, “Placed them on the sink. Future reference, they’re in the cabinet above the toilet. Yeah?”
