She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
"I think this Youngblood guy is a scam," I said as I lustfully watched my wife through the half open bathroom 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.
"This was originally an extra bedroom when I was a kid," Martha said, pointing out a converted bathroom with a metal walk-in shower.
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.
The shower was on and the bathroom door closed.
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.
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.
She shoved him away, landing hard on her backside while he careened into the bathroom wall.
Jake asked hopefully, reappearing in the bathroom doorway.
D disappeared into the bathroom adjoining her room and washed his hands.
Exactly. You'll be holding her hair for her in the bathroom several times a day.
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 wiped blood from her face and crossed to the small bathroom off the bedroom.
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.
"Kris tossed it all out after he found me knocked out on the bathroom floor last week," she admitted, rolling her eyes.
Her mind went to the bathroom in the hall.
Opposite the living room was a massive bathroom with marble floors, a Jacuzzi, small sauna, and a large shower with multiple shower heads.
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.
In the large bathroom.s mirror, and her gaze was drawn to the lumpy scar marring one arm.
Horrified, she stumbled into the bathroom for a towel, wrapped her arm in it, and collapsed, sobbing.
Clothing, bathroom stuff, anything.
She marched to her bathroom and yanked out the five pill bottles, reading the labels.
I have to go to the bathroom first though.