SnowRob part 2

‘It’s snowing pretty heavy out there.’ He shivered again.
‘Better take that wet coat off. It’ll dry by the Aga in no time.’ Ok she’d just told Robert Pattinson to take his clothes off! And Breathe.
But he did. She watched him pull the overcoat off and hand it to her. She hung it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs and put it by the Aga. She looked over to him.
He was in a plaid shirt with what looked like two tees under it, and jeans. His hair was wet and it looked like the snow had penetrated right through. He was still shivering.
‘Is everything wet?’ She asked.
‘I feel like I’m wet right through to the bones!’ And he looked it to.
She bit her lip and took a deep breath. ‘If you want to go and take a hot shower I could put them through the dryer for you?’
‘Could I? That would be great. It’s so cold out there.’ He smiled and did the hair thing again.
‘Sure. And I’ll call the garage while you’re....doing that.’ While you’re up in my bathroom, naked, in the shower. And breathe again.
‘Thank you. I am sorry to just land on you like this.’
‘Oh that’s ok, no problem.’ She smiled. Please don’t apologize, you’ve just made my year! In her head she was happy dancing all over the house!
‘Bathroom’s this way.’ She went through to the stairs and led him up to the bathroom. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. She was taking him upstairs. She really was going to stop breathing soon.
She sorted him out some clean towels and a bathrobe.
‘Um, if you put your wet clothes outside the door I’ll pop back up in a minute and get them. And you can use this till they’re dry. Sorry. I live here alone, so no clothes you could borrow.’
‘That’s ok. This will be fine.’ He took the pile of towels she was holding. As he did he brushed her fingers. She inhaled sharply. He blushed a little and did the hair thing. His eyes were running all over her. She was quite pretty if you ignored that lumpy old jumper.
‘I’ll leave you to it then.’ She fled back down the stair.
Rob took his wet clothes off and piled them outside the door as she’d asked. Then he turned the water on to as hot as he could stand and climbed under it. Oh God that was better! He had never been this cold in his life. He felt like he would never get warm. But the hot water felt good on his naked body. He could stay there all day. He took the sponge and soaped it up. He took his time, rubbing the soap over every inch of himself. Then he washed his hair. He heard footsteps outside on the landing. She’d come up to get his wet things. The foot steps stopped.
She stood outside the bathroom door. She gathered up his wet clothes and stood and listened. She could hear the water running. He was in there, in her shower, naked, wet, soapy. Oh gawd, that was an image to play with! And she was holding his clothes, the holy plaid! In fact she was holding all of his clothes, socks and all.
He turned the water off and stepped out. He heard the footsteps hurry back along the landing. He smile to himself. She obviously knew who he was, and he guessed she was a fan, the way she kept blushing. It was quite sexy, the blushing. He took one of the towels and rubbed himself down. He rubbed hard to get the blood flowing again. By the time he’d done his skin was glowing. Then he wrapped the bathrobe around himself and went back down to the kitchen.