Towel

The outdoor showers were running, doors swinging open and shut, splashes of puddles on the bare concrete. A refreshing coolness contrasting the blaring hot sun, evaporating the water marks left behind. Barefoot feet creating footprints across the pavement. An affluent, luxurious, and neat escape.

"If you wrap the towel around your waist, one edge touching your thigh, and roll the top down before tucking it", he said holding her waist, an incidental moment of touch. "It won't fall.”

He took a step back.

"I wish I had known that earlier."

"Though... unless, you want it to fall," he said in a capricious wink.

He walked up to her, his hands on her waist. I forgot to mention mischievous, if only ever just a suggestion, a caress to the imagination. He glanced at her, observing something sensual about the way she wore what she wore.

"Well, that depends," she said. "As long as we don't get caught."

He nudged her shoulder and gave a subtle smirk, "Oh... I'm sure we can get away with it".