The bathroom door opened, steam curling out as the treasure was finally set free.
Aiko stepped into the bedroom on shaky legs, the oversized white towel clutched tight around her slender frame. It barely reached mid-thigh, the damp fabric clinging to the gentle swell of her hips and the soft curve of her small breasts.
Her red twintails hung loose and slightly wet, a few rebellious strands plastered to her flushed neck and cheeks. The vanilla-strawberry scent of her bath oil drifted ahead of her, clashing deliciously with the hungry way her knees knocked together before she forced them still.
Nash, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up slowly, eyes tracing her from the tips of her twintails all the way down to her toes curling against the carpet.
A cocky grin bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"Well, well," he said. "Look who finally stopped hiding in there. You took so long I almost thought you were gonna forfeit this round, Aiko."
