I walk into your house, calling out hello as I do. You’d told me just to walk straight inside as you were down the back of the house and wouldn’t hear me. I am a little early, and I hope that’s not an issue. You don’t respond to my calls so I make my way down to your room, assuming you’re in there.
I get down there and still can’t see you, but I hear the shower running. You’d told me that your house mate wasn’t going to be home so I assume it’s you in there. I make my way towards the bathroom and peek in the door. What I see inside makes me stop and stare for a moment. You are in the shower, washing yourself with your back to me. I watch the water make trails down your naked form, the muscles in your shoulders rippling as you move.