The frosted glass door opened and Clara stepped out.
She was wearing the hotel robe. White. Thick cotton, the kind that was heavy enough to wrap around twice, the belt tied loosely at her waist. The hem fell to just above her knees. Her blonde hair was damp at the ends, falling past her shoulders. Her feet were bare on the dark wood floor.
She stopped just outside the bathroom doorway.
Liam was still on the bed, lying back against the pillows with his hands behind his head, the towel still around his waist. He looked over at her.
She was standing completely still. Her hands had found the belt of the robe and her fingers were working it slightly, not untying it, just holding it. Her blue eyes moved to him and then away and then back again. Her cheeks were pink from the shower and something else underneath that.
Then his dick started rising.
Slowly. Visibly. The towel shifting with it.
Clara's eyes dropped to it. Stayed there.
