Snippet #2743543

Weston waited while she left, not uncovering his eyes until he had heard the definitive sound of her door closing. He headed straight for his washroom, breathing a sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him. He'd expected her to be mad, and was relieved that she hadn't been. He got undressed and climbed into the shower, taking his time and enjoying the hot water against his skin. A hot shower was always welcome after a good workout, or even a short workout as this had been for him. When he was done he dried himself and then paused in front of the mirror. The towel wasn't quite long enough to cover his chest and lower half. He was going to need to invest in a robe. He opened the door just a crack to peek out and, satisfied that he could hear Amira moving around downstairs, he hurried into his room and shut the door.