The bathroom door creaked open, steam escaping into the small motel room. I glanced up from my spot on the bed just as Sam stepped out, a towel slung low around his hip, damp hair curling at the edges. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Shit, I’m sorry” He gripped the towel as if it might betray him. I quickly turned my gaze to the floor. “No, no, it’s fine. This is your room too.” Sam let out a nervous laugh, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “Still, I could’ve warned you or something.”