Kozuke gently runs the washcloth through the basin of scented soapy water, and begins to gently sponge the sweat off of her body. For some reason, she is always very sweaty in the morning. He suspects her dreams aren't pleasant.
By the way, this was my first novel. The first serious thing I've written. It's completed, and I'm submitting it here. I could dump a pile of them here, but each chapter should keep most busy for a little while. If I did that, it wouldn't get as much attention, except perhaps through Kamifan or SuperLuminal, so I'm submitting it every week, if I may! Please also read No Face, No Life if you like heartwarming stories with an edge of tragedy. :D
Story Edited by Trismegistus Shandy
Before then, I am planning to make major changes in the title, blurb and first six chapters, for your reading pleasure. ...
I'll update everyone once it's done.