Save the moment in the beginning, Anna did not spend any idle time showering. There was a touch of disappointment when he decided not to join her, but she didn't dwell. Better to stretch out the new experiences over a longer period of time. There wasn't any sense in rushing through it all and risk prematurely losing interest. Not that she suspected she would anytime soon--though he could surprise (and disappoint) her.
Her shower was short and to the point, lasting no more than eight minutes. Anything longer would've invited meditating on things better left alone. She hadn't bothered with shampooing her hair, deciding that the scent of his soap on her skin was well enough. After rinsing and turning off the shower, she stood for a moment to let the water drip off of her body, watching it flow down the drain. Meticulously she dried her skin, then wrapped her hair loosely in the towel and gave it a little squeeze to absorb the excess moisture. The damp towel she left on the edge of the sink when she was finished.
Anna avoided looking into the mirror as she left the bathroom.
Steps silent, she entered the bedroom, gently tousling her hair to encourage the natural wave as it dried. The fact that he'd gathered her clothing for her made her smile, genuine and unseen, for the briefest of moments before it faded from her face. She moved to the foot of the bed and reached for his hand, missing its warmth. Tracing the thin skin over his knuckles with her fingertips in an arguable affectionate gesture, she then pulled away to fetch her clothing.
She decided not to bother with undergarments, pulling her jeans over her legs and sticking the lace in her back pocket. Her eyes were continually pulled to him and before she realized what she was doing she'd climbed back onto the bed. There was a playful expression on her face as she trailed kisses up his exposed flesh back toward his mouth. Hungry for another taste before she left.
