{Music Recommendation: Knocking on Heaven's door~ Raign}
(Warning: R18!!! Smut)
Mila stood outside the door practicing what she wanted to say when she sees Zyran before turning the door knob.
"I've been good...I need a phone," she whispered to herself one more time before scanning the room.
The bathroom door opened and Zyran stepped out, his hair still wet, and drips of water trickling down his chest until they disappeared below his was it. With a towel snugly latched to his waist. Even the towel was helpless just like Mila at the moment.
Mila swallowed before looking away, she was glad she came after he was done bathing.
"Um...I want to say something," Mila began, it was better now than later. And just standing around while Zyran dried is body would be even more awkward.
Zyran used another towel to dry his hair, "What?" His warm baritone voice echoed making Mila's cheeks turn redder than it was already pink.
