Page 150 of How to Score Off Field

We step out of the shower, and I grab a fluffy towel, opening it wide, ready to envelop her inside it.

"Time for the drying-off ceremony," I announce, waggling my eyebrows playfully. “This is a full service rinse off for you.”

I kiss her on the top of her head.

Tess smiles, eyes lighting up. "Oh really? And what does this ceremony entail?" She uses air quotes around the word ceremony.

I’m still holding the towel open, waiting for her to step in it.

"Well, we start with the classic pat dry." I demonstrate on myself with exaggerated movements, then pat her damp arm like I'm trying to put out a tiny fire.

She nods, watching intently. "Ahh, I see.”

"Next, we move on to the gentle swipe technique." I trail the towel down her arm, making sure to be overly dramatic in my motions.

“It’s a really good thing I don’t have a spray tan,” she says. “Otherwise, you would wipe it off with this technique.”

“Would I?” I’m being uber gentle.

“Uh-huh. Probably.” She watches me with amusement as I slowly move the towel over her skin to dry her off. "You're really committed to this, aren't you?"

I’m on my knees, kneeling so I can do the front—and back—of her legs.

Her ass.

“Turn for me, please.”

Tess turns, holding her arms out to her sides, slowly going in a circle so I can pat her backside down.

“Nice. I like what I see.”

“Don’t stare at my butt,” she says.

“Too late.” I dry her, confident I’ve gotten her whole rear end sufficiently taken care of. “Turn, please.”

She smells good, like soap and shampoo.

Clean.

I stare at her body, run my hands down her belly.

Lean forward and kiss it, just above the belly button.

Press my forehead there, gently resting it on her abdomen.

Tess rests her hands on my head, funning her fingers gently through my hair.

We don’t say much of anything for a few moments.

Then,

I rise from my knees and finish toweling her off.

CHAPTER53

TESS

DON’T GIVE UP ON SOMETHING YOU CAN’T GO A DAY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT. OR SOME ONE.

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