Chapter 13 #3
The hot water felt incredible on my skin, and Ethan had an impressive range of artisanal toiletries, which I slathered all over me, enjoying how the essential oils infused the steam with a luxurious aroma.
As I was towelling myself dry, there was a gentle knock on the door.
‘I’ve got some clothes for you; can I pass them through?’
I opened the door the tiniest possible amount and stuck my fingers through the gap, into which Ethan placed a soft stack of folded clothes, which I quickly withdrew into the steamy room.
‘Thanks!’ I shouted. I prodded my knickers on the towel rail – marginally warm but still soaking.
I’d have to go commando for now. I stepped into a pair of pyjama bottoms, which were ever-so-slightly too large.
A pair of thick socks, a vintage Nirvana tee and a college sweater completed the ‘look’.
I opened the door to release the steam, continuing to towel dry my hair as I stepped into the now-warm living space, where I found Ethan in the kitchen area preparing… sandwiches?
‘Are you sending me out into the storm with a picnic?’ I probed, angling my head towards his culinary creation.
‘Ha, no. I always have a PB I think you’ll like it.’