Violet
Heat slowly crept back to my face as the silence between us stretched on, not entirely uncomfortable, but the air seemed weighed down by everything we had just done. Everything we now had to acknowledge.
What now?
I don't know why, but the question brought out a silent fear within me.
I shifted slightly and went still. The wetness between my thighs, the stickiness on my skin, the evidence of what we had done was impossible to ignore.
My face burned hotter.
"I..." I started, then stopped, not sure how to say it without dying of embarrassment.
"What is it?"
I couldn't look at him. I kept my gaze fixed on his chest, my cheek plastered against him as I watched it rise and fall with each breath. "I'm... uncomfortable. I want to wash myself."
The words came out so quietly I wasn't sure he'd heard them.
But he absolutely would.
