He stops himself from kissing her again, knowing if he starts he’s unlikely to stop. He leaves her sitting on the counter as he turns on the shower to warm up. He returns from the small linen closet with two fluffy green towels, he hangs them on hooks near the shower. When he looks back at her, she hops down from the counter. She doesn’t shy away from his gaze today. She maintains eye contact with him the whole time she crosses the room, pulling off his borrowed shirt and tossing it to the floor along the way. Apparently, she hadn’t located her underwear.