[ she wants to. god, does she want to. the combination of hot water over her skin and his naked body so close to her own is an incredibly tempting combination, but she won't. she can't, because he's dared her not to.
so instead, as soon as the door to his room closes again and the sound of the water splashing against tile begins to echo, caroline tugs off what little clothing she has left and tucks it into the top drawer of his dresser. from within, she pulls out the softest shirt she can find — a soft heather gray usually topped with flannel or a jacket, one that skims down to the tops of her thighs — and splays out on his bed, blanket draped just enough to cover her shoulders (and the change of clothing she's adopted).
when he comes back, well, he'll just have to see the situation he's invited. because he didn't give her any restrictions on what else she couldn't do. ]
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so instead, as soon as the door to his room closes again and the sound of the water splashing against tile begins to echo, caroline tugs off what little clothing she has left and tucks it into the top drawer of his dresser. from within, she pulls out the softest shirt she can find — a soft heather gray usually topped with flannel or a jacket, one that skims down to the tops of her thighs — and splays out on his bed, blanket draped just enough to cover her shoulders (and the change of clothing she's adopted).
when he comes back, well, he'll just have to see the situation he's invited. because he didn't give her any restrictions on what else she couldn't do. ]