“Hi…” I squeaked, waving at him.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asked, walking towards me.

My eyes moved over the tattoo, trailing down his delicious abs… going lower and—

“Rosie?”

I blinked, staring at his towering frame.

“I-uh… thought I'd check in.”

He smiled softly. “Check in? It's not like I'm going to die while taking a shower.”

“You'd be surprised to know twenty percent of deaths happen in the bathroom.”

He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Now that's just silly.”

With that he walked back to his wardrobe, pulling out a grey singlet and shorts.

He walked into his bathroom to change instead of asking me to...