[10 Reviews Bonus (1/3)]
He couldn't take anything here for granted, even the water.
He pulled the grime off of his body and he seemed to feel better and better with every wipe. Soon, he was practically clean. Unfortunately, his pants were very much not. He was reluctant to put them back on.
At that moment, he heard footsteps to his back, and he sent a glance over.
A familiar woman—Olivia, if he recalled correctly—appeared. She didn't seem surprised to see Sylas, or maybe she wasn't surprised to see a person here and wasn't necessarily looking for him.
The woman's eyes were unruly, but Sylas didn't really care. She didn't really seem to be interested in him, but was rather trying to test if he would get antsy under her gaze.
He had seen women like this before. They tended to like pretending to be bold, but shying away at the idea of the actual act. If you pressed them, they would fold. She was most likely far more innocent than she let on.
