You walked into the apartment, and I assumed you were tired since you immediately slumped onto the couch. Your shoes were discarded by the door, your bag rested on the coffee table, and your coat was draped over the back of the couch.

The thing is, I hadn't even heard you come in. I had no clue you’d returned—until I had already stepped out.

I held onto the towel, but I hadn’t wrapped it around my torso yet.

Then our eyes met—

And I froze.