Abort! Abort! Abort!

You pull free of her grasp and wrap the towel around you once more. "Alright. That's enough of that, now Tara." She puts on a petulant expression.
"But..."
"No, buts, Tara. That's as far as it goes. You've satisfied your curiosity and now it's done with, or there's going to be serious consequences."
Tara's mouth is set stubbornly, but after a second, she relents.
"Ok...."
"You're going to be good now?"
"Ok...."
"Ok then." You turn to leave, but your heart is pounding. You had come close to the edge there. Some might say you had gone over it, even letting her touch it, but you think that should be the end of it.
You head upstairs to the master bedroom, and you're greeted by the sounds of the running shower. You can Jenna's fuzzy outline through the smoked glass of the shower door.