Eventually, she breaks the silence with a thin sounding “Thank you.” It’s my turn to only offer her a nod. I don’t trust myself to speak at the moment, so I just press a quick kiss to her hip, right where the strap of her panties hugs the bone. Then I move on quickly, reaching for a towel, drying every inch of her. Her skin, her hair, all the way down her legs. I move over the top of her underwear, not willing to cross that line at a moment like this. Once she’s dry, I push to standing and lift her small frame into my arms before striding from the bathroom.
