It was a warm day after school, and I desperately needed to shower. I dropped my bag in my university dorm entrance, and luckily, Rafe–my roommate, wasn’t here.

I don’t know how Rafe and I had become roommates, apparently we were the only exception for a boy and girl to be in the same room. Still, it was fucking weird that we are living together.

I strip off my clothes and head over to the shower, which is glass–see through. I always had the thought of Rafe accidentally walking in on me, but luckily, shit never happened.

Until today.

I was halfway through washing myself in the cold water, relief washing over me. But that all stopped when I heard the door open with a soft click.

Shit, I forgot to lock the door.

Rafe walks in and his eyes widen in complete shock. His mouth falls open, but then turns into a smirk.

“Shit, Rafe!” I yelled, trying to cover myself up, which was no use. He already saw me, all of me.

He doesn’t move, though. He just stands there with that damn smirk on his face. “Get out!” I tell him, stopping the water.

“I see now why they don’t put girls and boys in the same room.” He says, moving closer to me. My breath hitches, but I don’t stop him, I don’t do anything. His hands run all over me, his clothes sticking to my skin.

“You’re making me dirty, again.” I whisper, looking up at him.

“Oh yeah?” He mumbles back.

“Good.”