She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
She jumped up, pushing them all away, darting for the bathroom with a hand over her mouth.
She dressed as the sun was sending its first rays through the bathroom window.
After shaking the dice again, for turns in the single bathroom, we climbed the stairs to our rooms.
Crossing the threshold into the bathroom, she paused to look at herself in the mirror with a grimace.
Even the bathroom was too clean, she noticed.
With some regret, he rolled off her and padded to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on him.
It housed two beds and two sets of drawers and was connected to a shared bathroom by a closed door.
He trotted up the stairs to the second floor of the house and walked into the bathroom, eager for his first hot shower in days.
Ignoring the hisses of the others, she locked herself in a bathroom stall and texted her boss, Dusty.
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
"This was originally an extra bedroom when I was a kid," Martha said, pointing out a converted bathroom with a metal walk-in shower.
"I think this Youngblood guy is a scam," I said as I lustfully watched my wife through the half open bathroom door.
She shoved him away, landing hard on her backside while he careened into the bathroom wall.
Jake asked hopefully, reappearing in the bathroom doorway.
Pierre eyed her and crossed to her bathroom, tossing several items into her travel bag.
Sofia turned off the shower and dried herself before opening the door between the small bathroom and the bedroom.
Doubtful the model's clothes would fit, Sofia moved deeper into the bathroom to dress in jeans too long for her petite frame and a t-shirt too snug to be comfortable.
She cleaned up and left the bathroom, freezing.
Besides, the bathroom scale had reported a two-pound drop that morning.
She recalled people, places, and some routines, like those that human-Deidre did at least once a day: getting dressed, the bathroom, showering.
While he was in the bathroom she stripped down to the black underwear and gave her hair another brushing.
Checking the bathroom to make sure he wasn't there, she removed her belt and shoes.
Deidre crossed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She took a hot shower in the cramped bathroom off the side of her room then pulled on the clothes.
Emerging from the bathroom, she was confronted by a pacing Ully.
There were two beds in the room and a single bathroom off to one side along with a small living area.
Instead, she marched to the bathroom and took the hottest shower she could tolerate to try and take off the alcoholic edge.
Opposite the living room was a massive bathroom with marble floors, a Jacuzzi, small sauna, and a large shower with multiple shower heads.
"Kris tossed it all out after he found me knocked out on the bathroom floor last week," she admitted, rolling her eyes.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
I was using the bathroom after Betsy and heard her tell Martha she'd slept like winter bear.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
One time she was crying so when she went to the bathroom, I read it.
The shower was on and the bathroom door closed.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
She could see a shredded couch cushion and broken glass in the hallway outside the bathroom door and recalled the shape her apartment was in.
"Han, you following me to the bathroom, too?" she challenged, standing.
And then she'd tried to eat chocolate and ended up in the bathroom even weaker and hungrier.
Traci called, voice muffled by the bathroom door.
It was an independent lab and when Cynthia took a bathroom break and freed the phone, he telephoned.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she walked close to the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
I have to go to the bathroom first though.
She left the bathroom, weirded out.
I've gotta go to the bathroom, she replied.
Like two guys hanging out who thought it was normal to have bones in the bathroom and blood covering the spare bedroom.
She marched to her bathroom and yanked out the five pill bottles, reading the labels.
Clothing, bathroom stuff, anything.
She sat on a couch inside the gold lacquered bathroom, rubbing her face.
Relieved when she gave him a warning look and disappeared into the bathroom, the letter clutched in one hand.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
Her mind went to the bathroom in the hall.
It's dust in my bathroom sink!
"I've been trying to call …" His voice trailed off as he took in her bloodied hands and the pills scattered all over the bathroom floor.
His eyes went to the bathroom door, and he considered joining her.
Horrified, she stumbled into the bathroom for a towel, wrapped her arm in it, and collapsed, sobbing.
Emerging from the bathroom an hour later half asleep, she put the new nightgown on and climbed into bed.
In the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her clothing.
Destiny's voice came reassuringly from the bathroom as she played.
Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
Exactly. You'll be holding her hair for her in the bathroom several times a day.