Chapter 17: Lovebirds
The next morning, Seeley woke up to the sounds of something clanking in the kitchen. She moaned, flopping around, remembering where she was, and why she felt so sore. A smile curled on her lips as she eased out of bed, knowing she most definitely needed a shower before anything else.
She padded into the bathroom trying the light and remembering it was burned out, so she tried her best to shower, successfully finding the shampoo and shocked to find body wash and cheap conditioner.
The diver appreciated a man who also took care of his skin and hair, but it made sense since he was in the sun a lot.
She found a clean towel laid out for her, and a surfing rashguard and basketball shorts. They’d be much better than her purple dress, even if she had to wear her underwear from last night.
As she ascended the stairs, wet copper hair tied up out of the way, the muscular, dark-haired man wearing an old quicksilver T-shirt maneuvered around her with a pan.