I was surprised when I pulled in the garage; I didn’t expect to find it empty. I checked my roommates location only to see she was still almost 2 hours from home. I definitely wasn’t mad, a few hours to myself sounded nice. Inside, I threw my bag on the ground and started the tub. I might as well relax without her here, right?
I had just settled into my bath when I heard the garage open. “What the hell?” I knew it couldn’t be my roommate, and nobody else should know the code. I climbed out and grabbed a towel. I heard someone coming up the stairs and as I opened my door, my roommates door shut “maybe the location was wrong and she’s home.”
I walked over to her door and as I opened it said “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon.” But I started to trail off mid sentence when I realized it wasn’t her, it was her fuck buddy Clint. “Shit, Clint I’m sorry.” He was laying on the bed in well worn jeans and a tshirt, and I watched as he gave me a look up and down. It felt like he could see right through my towel.