Dawn goes back to bed to wait for Jasmine.

Dawn shook her head, still too shy and insecure to seek Jasmine out like this. After all, the other girl had chosen to leave the room of her own accord. But maybe she'd secretly wanted Dawn to follow?

It was true, thought Dawn. Understanding the female mind was way too complicated.

Choosing the safe, stomach settling bet of waiting outside, Dawn turned back from the door and plopped back down on Jasmine's large bed.

Laying on her back, she gazed up at the netting hanging around her. It offered her a strange sort of comfort to feel closed in like this, and she sighed to herself in pleasure. Steam from the bathroom had leaked into the bedroom, and Dawn could almost taste Jasmine's scent around her. Closing her eyes, she pictured Jasmine's body, half hidden by a blurry shower curtain, nude in front of her. The very thought made her stomach do flip-flops, and the heat in her belly spread between her legs.

Reaching down, Dawn felt her slippery skin, so slick her fingers could hardly stay still down there. Dawn lifted her wet hand away from her body, looking at them through half opened eyes. They glistened in the dim light. Moving them closer to her face, she inhaled her scent, her head swimming in the smell of herself. Sweet, yet bitter. Just right.

In the bathroom, the shower turned off. Jasmine was done. Dawn sat up in the bed, reaching for the pj's she'd dropped some time during the night. Finding them, she wondered if she should put them on.