Hilliard’s brow furrowed in surprise, pondering his own dilemma of how to maintain privacyter.
Both were navigating the unfamiliar terrain of romantic rtionships.
“I promise, Jennifer.
I’ll stay out,” he assured her.
Once she started the shower, the bathroom was filled with the sound of water running.
Hilliard sat rigidly on the bed’s edge, his hands aimlessly moving, unsure of where to ce them.
His previous close moment with Jennifer had been under the influence of too much alcohol.
However, this situation was starkly different; he waspletely sober.
Recalling online dating advice, he took out several items from his jacket,ying them on the nightstand.
Staring at the condom box, his mind wandered, uncertain of his next move.
After much deliberation, he considered consulting Jennifer, fearing the items might rm her.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
As these thoughts circled in his mind, he reached for the items on the bedside table, deciding to put them away first.
Yet, before his fingers could graze them, Jennifer’s distressed sound echoed from the bathroom.
Instantly alert, he asked, “What’s wrong, Jennifer? Did you slip?”
“No…”
Her voice wasced with difort.
The hotel’s bathroomcked both bathrobes and towels.
Jennifer took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke.
“Can you help me find a bath towel?” she asked.
Hilliard was taken aback.
“Isn’t there a bath towel in the bathroom?” he questioned.
“No…” Jennifer replied, her voice trailing off.
Hilliard was at a loss for words.
He rose to his feet and made his way to the closet next to the bed.
Upon opening the closet door, he discovered the coat hangers, disposable slippers, bath towels, bathrobes, and hair drying caps all neatly arranged.
“I found them.
Do you need a bath towel or a bathrobe, Jennifer?” he inquired.
After pondering for a moment, Jennifer responded, “Both! I’m feeling quite cold.
”
“Alright, I’ll bring them over to you,” Hilliard offered.