This is a bit of a follow up to my previous story, with the same guy.
Not long after we started dating, I spent the night with him in his dorm room one Friday night since we were planning to get up early and go hiking together. In the morning, we woke up around 6, each grabbed a change of clothes and a towel and went to shower. He went to the men’s room at one end of the hall, I went to the women’s room at the other end. I got in the shower, stripped down, and turned the water on only to discover the shower wasn’t working. None of the showers in the women’s room were, tried the sinks, nothing. This was odd, so I wrapped the towel around me and went down the hall to see how he was faring. I cracked the door to the men’s room and heard the distinct sound of a shower running. I called out his name.
“Yeah?” he said sounding a bit startled.
“There’s no water in the bathroom, is it working in here?”
“Yeah, it’s fine here.”
“Can I just shower in here?”