He made a gasping noise in the hallway that shook her from her brief excitement, and she hurried back to unloading the dishwasher. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Jonathan rushed in to take over the dishes, and tried to forget the image he just saw. Roxi touching herself. Not just touching, but pleasuring her nipples and enjoying it. Roxi’s face flushed, no doubt why. “But I – I’m feeling much better.” “You go lie down and rest. I’ll finish up here.” She didn’t argue and took off for the bedroom half slamming the door behind her. A few moments later, he heard the shower running. At war with himself, he didn’t know if he should go and help her, or at least make sure she was all right, or just stay away? Entering the bedroom, he strode quietly toward the bathroom where the door wasn’t quite closed. A trail of her clothing had been strewn about on the floor. Her womanly figure silhouetted through the frosted shower doors. She washed or rubbed herself, he couldn’t tell.
