Chapter 22 Sexually Starved?

• Eloise stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her chest, barely covering her upper thighs. Her damp hair clung to her back.
• She rubbed her shoulder and looked around the room, then walked over to the closet. She opened it, half-hoping to find something—anything—to wear. It was still empty.
• With a sigh, she shut the door and sat at the edge of the bed. Her shoulders slumped as her eyes landed on the clothes she had worn earlier.