She opens the door just a crack and peeks out, checking where he is. Yes, she had expected him to just flop on the couch and be out like a light, but he's sitting up in a chair.
Another towel clad dash to the wardrobe yields a couple of options. Another set of clean clothes, a dark blue masculine robe of thick cotton towelling, and its mate, something far more feminine in a silken material that runs through her hands like water. Yes, that will do just nicely.
It only takes a moment to hang her towel back up and slip into the robe. Her hair is still damp, but curling at her temples, just a slight wave.
'Bathroom's free,' she calls, going straight to the device on the night stand and starts poking at it. Eventually, she finds a station she likes, something in quiet flamenco guitar to complete the feel of being on holiday.
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Another towel clad dash to the wardrobe yields a couple of options. Another set of clean clothes, a dark blue masculine robe of thick cotton towelling, and its mate, something far more feminine in a silken material that runs through her hands like water. Yes, that will do just nicely.
It only takes a moment to hang her towel back up and slip into the robe. Her hair is still damp, but curling at her temples, just a slight wave.
'Bathroom's free,' she calls, going straight to the device on the night stand and starts poking at it. Eventually, she finds a station she likes, something in quiet flamenco guitar to complete the feel of being on holiday.