She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair and my body was already awake before she'd even seen me. Wet hair, bare shoulders, the line of her collarbone. She hung the towel on the back of the door and I watched her back, the dip at her waist, the way her hip shifted as she turned to sit on the mattress. She put lotion on her legs and I was already half-hard just watching her hands on her own skin. Every small deliberate thing she did was landing in me. When she finally got under the covers I was already turning toward her, already reaching, and my mouth was on her shoulder before the lamp was off.
