Offer For Her To Join

"We can go together, if you want." I say to Ophelia, noticing that she was probably trying to suggest something along the lines of that.

"Are you sure?" She questions.

At this point by having spent the entire duration of time that I've known her without any clothing on and then going even further by sleeping with our nude bodies pressed up against each other all night, showering together doesn't seem to be too far fetched in comparison. It actually seems like it would be the next logical step in the development of our new friendship based on what has previously occurred. It would also feel a little bit rude of me to not ask to share, especially given how kind Ophelia has been to me so far.

"Yeah, it's no problem." I reassure her.

"Thanks, Sara." Ophelia answers with a kind smile.

Ophelia moves to turn on the shower while I instinctively reach to start removing my clothes before realizing how stupid I just looked. Thankfully, Ophelia was turned away from me at the time and didn't notice. I suppose I still haven't gotten used to not wearing clothes regularly yet.

She gestures for me to enter first, and I follow her non-verbal instructions. It turns out that Ophelia's definition of "hot" from earlier is a little bit different than mine. The water is not quite warm enough to be what I'd think of as "hot" but it's also not cool enough for me to consider it as "cold". It's actually just below the threshold of what would feel minimally comfortable for me to shower in. Regardless, I suppose that it is better than nothing.

We stand with our backs to each other for nearly the entire duration of time we spend in there. The shower isn't nearly big enough to prevent us from occasionally bumping into each other as we clean our bodies. I try my best to avoid unintentional contact with her but being a little taller makes it a difficult task.

Lathering and rinsing our bodies, we each hurriedly finish just as the water temperature begins to cool off. After exiting the shower, Ophelia hands me a soft red towel to dry off with. It actually feels nice and makes me realize that the ones I have at home suck.

Ophelia finishes drying her body off before me and then opens a small cupboard next to the sink, producing what looks to be a small shaving kit. It's a small brown pouch which she immediately opens and begins to pull the contents out of. Pulling them out one at a time, she produces scissors, a few razors and spare blades for each of them, and a small bottle which probably has shaving cream or gel in it.

After I finish drying off my body, I set down next to Ophelia who hands me the equipment. She makes an expression as if about to say something but hesitates for a moment before deciding to spit it out.

"Um, I can help you if want or you can do it on your own."