<span style="color: #BF00BF">As she'd been so intent people watching, the shower turning off didn't register, nor the opening of the door. But what did register was his voice, which had her turning around...<br/><br/>...And her jaw dropping open the smallest bit in shock.<br/><br/>The glimpse she'd seen of him had not done him justice. The light pouring in and glistening off the water droplets that had managed to remain on his skin...The muscles flexing and shifting under his skin...She couldn't help but <span style="font-style: italic">to</span> stare, no matter how much her mind tried to snap her out of it.<br/><br/>For what seemed like ages, she finally pulled out of it, mouth closing and a vivid blush taking hold of her features. Yet, she couldn't help wondering what it'd be like to run her hands over his form, to feel the muscles rather than simply stare. But, in her flustered state, she couldn't keep standing there, instead rushing forward to move past him...Only to pause. Just as she came nearer him, her steps slowed, stopping her just parallel of him. A hand twitched by her side, aching to simply reach forward and run over his form, the very trail her eyes took.<br/><br/>Refraining, she finished moving past him, slipping into the bathroom and closing it behind her, pressing against it for a moment as her chest heaved, catching her breath. Eyes seeing a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she frowned, touching her cheeks and letting out a frustrated sigh, knowing he was going to think her some crazy school girl with a crush at the rate she was going. <span style="font-style: italic">Relax,</span> Lily told herself. <span style="font-style: italic">Not like it matters. You'll be moving on soon enough anyway, and he'll be a mere memory...A happy memory...but a memory nonetheless.</span><br/><br/>Nodding to herself, as if a silent accord had been struck up, she started stripping down, wandering over to the shower to try and figure out how to work it. A couple attempts later, she'd managed to get the water coming out of the head, and slipped in. It was a bit hotter than she'd expected, burning her at first so she let out a small squeak, but it started to feel a lot better. Where the air conditioner had made her feel too cold, the water balanced that out, settling over her like a nice blanket.<br/><br/>After an eternity of simply standing there, letting the water wash over her, she started washing up, the smell of his soap almost making her dizzy, it smelled so good. <span style="font-style: italic">So, I'll smell like him...</span> came an idle thought through her mind. <span style="font-style: italic">...A nice, temporary momento...</span> She took her time, letting the suds smooth over her body, getting at the excess salt and sand that had clung to her legs, when another thought passed through her mind. <span style="font-style: italic">...Thank goodness I don't have to shave...</span> That had her straightening up, shocked it'd even come through her mind. As one of the random anomalies of her skin, she didn't grow any hair apart from the hair on her head, which didn't seem too odd to her. Rather convenient in a way.<br/><br/>What was odd was that she'd even think it in the same thought of Tobias. It wasn't like he could touch her anyway, should she have been prickly...<br/><br/>Shaking her head for the umpteenth time, she got out of the shower, drying her hair before wrapping the towel around herself when it hit her: She didn't actually have anything to change into, unless she wanted to put on the same clothing again, but that'd defeat the purpose of a shower. Fidgeting in the bathroom as she tried to think of something to do, she finally gave in, opening the door and wandering out slowly, towel clutched to her frame.<br/><br/>"Tobias?" she called out, looking around for his figure.</span>