I walked into my room, Ricky followed.
“Can I take a shower?” he asked.
“Sure, third door on the left.” I gestured.
“Kay, thanks.” he said and left the room.
I had to go get something downstairs and as I passed the bathroom, he’d left it a crack open, but he wasn’t in the shower yet. I couldn’t resist, I looked. I watched as the clothes came off, which revealed a nasty scar on his back like he’d been hit with something sharp, but hey he’s a football player. I watched, his body was a work of art. There were punch marks on his hip to waist area. Who could’ve punched him that hard so many times? I couldn’t see much else, he turned around and walked towards the door. I pressed my body up against the wall. The door closed next to me. I heard some sort of breath from the other side of the door, like that laugh kind of breath that you take in through your nose. Did he know I was looking? I just remembered my cell phone was in there. I knocked.
“Yea.” he said.
“My phones in there.” I said.
“Come get it.”