Michael leaned back against the sofa and turned his attention to Max.
"So, which college did you choose, bro?" he asked.
Max shook his head, still full of energy from earlier.
"We still haven't decided," he replied. Then his eyes lit up with a new idea. "Wait… why don't I join you both at your college? We could be in the same class."
Michael laughed lightly and shrugged.
"Yeah, why not?" he said, already entertaining the thought as the two of them continued talking.
While they were mid-conversation, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
The soft click of the latch and the shift of air from the steamy room drew all of our attention at once. Heather stepped out into the living room wrapped in nothing but a towel.
The fabric was pulled tightly around her thick body, covering her chest and hips but leaving her soft shoulders, upper chest, and long legs fully visible. Her damp hair clung lightly to her neck, and faint traces of steam followed her out of the bathroom.
