I had never pictured him in my room before.
My daydreams never moved beyond the showers in the locker room, to
be honest. Yet he didn’t look out of place here beside me, and I
realized just how naked I was beneath my threadbare towel as I
stared at his boxers and tee. When he put his hands on his hips,
pushing the waistband of his shorts down a little, just enough to
show me a thin line of dusky skin along his belly, I crossed my
arms in front of my chest and took a step back only to bump into
the wall behind me. This room was small, too small, the bed
suddenly too damn close. One wrong move and we’d wind up in it
together. I pressed myself flat against the wall and cleared my
throat. What was he doing here so late?
He seemed in no great hurry to leave. “Your
room’s just like
