Chapter 6 Seeing the Shower in the Bathroom

I never in a million years would have thought. Grace, who was about to take a shower, had just taken off her clothes. When I pulled the door open, she was so scared that she trembled all over, and just as she was about to scream, she realized it was me.

Her mouth formed a perfect "O" shape, but no sound came out.

After a moment of shock, my eyes quickly scanned her petite and exquisite figure - her small and perky chest, her high and round buttocks - and it felt like I had been jolted by electricity.

I quickly slammed the door shut and was about to turn and run.

"Nolan," Grace called out softly, "wait outside, I'll be done in a moment."

"Okay," I replied and discreetly slapped myself. I was too reckless. Why did I directly open the door when I saw the bathroom light on?

But it wasn't entirely my fault. I heard someone showering in the main bedroom's bathroom, so I just assumed Dylan and Grace would be in there. I never expected Grace to come to the first floor, which caught me off guard.

I turned on the TV in the living room and sat on the sofa, but my mind was elsewhere.

After Grace finished her shower and came out in her pajamas, it was as if nothing had happened. She spoke to me in a gentle voice, "I'm done; you can go and wash up."

"Okay." I replied.

I couldn't look into her eyes and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom with my head down. Only after I heard her footsteps going upstairs that I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The moment I closed the bathroom door, my anxious heart finally calmed down. The delightful fragrance of Grace that filled the bathroom put me at ease.

I unexpectedly felt as if I were being embraced in her gentle arms.

I took off my clothes and turned on the tap. The water droplets from the shower head carried the scent of Grace, it made me feel satisfied.

As I bathed in the fragrant water droplets, I couldn't help but imagine the scene of Grace taking a shower.

I continued to touch my own body, but in my mind, it was as if I were exploring Grace's slender and graceful figure.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door, startling me.

I quickly turned off the tap and listened intently.

Before I could ask, Grace's voice came from outside the door, "Nolan, the black bottle on the shelf is shampoo, and the white one is body wash. Feel free to use them."

"Okay, thank you." I replied.

"You can put the clothes you changed in the washbasin. I'll wash them together later." Grace said.

"Grace, you don't have to do my laundry. I can do it myself." I insisted.

"Be obedient; why would a young man like you wash his clothes?" After speaking, Grace walked over to the sofa, sat down, and started watching TV while snacking.

When I took the shampoo and body wash from the shelf, I realized that the fragrance was the same as the one on Grace.

It was the first time in my life that I took a shower with shampoo and body wash. The faint fragrance and smooth feeling made me incredibly comfortable.

After showering and changing into clean clothes, I brought my dirty clothes to the washbasin and found Grace's clothes inside.

I quietly picked them up and saw a white t-shirt on top, so clean that not even a hint of sweat stain could be found.

Instinctively, I brought it close to my nose, and it smelled really good.

Next was her bra.

Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door.

I quickly threw the clothes into the basin, opened the door, and walked out.

Grace had heard the sound of running water for a while before she walked towards me. I hurriedly lowered my head and tried to pass by her, but when I saw her blocking the way, I quickly stepped aside.

Unexpectedly, as I moved, she also tried to make way for me.

We both swayed to the left and right for a few moments, but we ended up colliding.

I threw back grace and she was about to fall. I quickly reached out and caught her.

She reflexively reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, throwing herself into my embrace.

Whether it was intentional or not, her lips happened to touch mine.

Unexpectedly, even though my first kiss had already been given to Chloe, just this light touch from her still made me shudder. I was so startled that I immediately let go, stepping back.

Grace stared at me, stuck out her tongue, and licked her lips, teasing me, "Was that intentional?"

"What? No, I, Grace, I..."

Grace asked, "Why are you so nervous? Where are the dirty clothes you changed out of?"

"Oh, in the washbasin."

Grace replied, "Alright. Nothing to worry about; get some rest. You still have military training tomorrow!"

"Okay."

I nervously stepped aside and waited for her to enter the bathroom. After taking a few steps forward, I immediately ran upstairs, but...

Suddenly, a question popped into my mind.

I remembered that Grace was obsessive about cleanliness. I had put my shorts and smelly socks together in the washbasin. If she smelled that foul odor, I would be in big trouble.

I quickly turned around and ran towards the bathroom.

But just as I reached the door, I was shocked to see Grace holding my sweatshirt in her left hand and my shorts in her right, smelling them one by one.

Perhaps even she didn't expect my socks to smell so bad.

As she brought her nose closer, the stench made her recoil, furrowing her brows. But she couldn't help but lean in and smell it again.

She seemed to quickly adapt to the smell, as a faint smile appeared on her face.

Then, she picked up my underwear, pinched the crotch with both hands, brought it under her nostrils for a sniff, and then put it in the washbasin and turned on the tap.

I was dumbfounded!

I never dreamed that Grace, who appeared elegant and refined and had an obsession with cleanliness, would actually like the smell of me.

Especially my socks, which could stink up the air for hundreds of meters.

I quietly turned around, tiptoed back to the room, and immediately dove under the blanket. The scene of her smelling my stinky socks kept replaying in my mind.