Chapter 87

"Do you have any wet wipes at home?" Brandon asked me again, "Or any other towel will do. I want to wipe myself down." He held my towel in his hand but didn't want to use it to clean his clothes. "I have facial cleansing wipes. You can wet them and use them the same way," I said, pulling out two sheets for him. He looked a bit puzzled, staring at the face wipes with an expression of unfamiliarity. I chuckled. "Mr. Howell, don't tell me you don't know what these are?" "I don't know. This is my first time seeing them." He was adorably straightforward. It made sense. Having never been in a relationship and with no girls around, he probably wouldn't know about this. Facial cleansing wipes were a recent innovation in the skincare industry. "Women use them to wash their face. They're disposable," I said as I wet the wipes for him and handed them over. Brandon lowered his head to clean the mud off himself, and I noticed his shoulder was dirty too. So I grabbed another wipe to cle