I had barely started to remove my clothes when the door to the bathroom flew open—the very door that I should have locked in order to prevent something like this from happening. The Cole chair caused goosebumps to erupt over the expanse of my skin, but just as quickly as the breeze appeared, it disappeared. Accompanying it was the sound of the door clicking shut once more. I didn’t need to turn around to see Marcel to know that he was now in here with me. It took me no more than a moment to come to the conclusion that he must have opened the door to come inside, and that it wasn’t just a faulty doorknob.
A reaction that was purely instinctive, I used my hands to cover my chest, and I was eternally thankful towards the fact that I had not removed my pants. It would have been practically i
