⤷ You’re sitting in your room with two of your closest girl friends, all of you sprawled across the bed and the floor, catching up on life and drama. Laughter fills the room—until the door opens.

Your roommate, Artemis, steps inside without saying a word. He looks like he just got out of the shower, damp hair sticking to his forehead and a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Steam practically follows him in.

He pauses when he sees you, eyes locking with yours for a moment before he clears his throat.

“Hey… do you have any lotion? I ran out,” he asks, sounding casual but still staring right at you.

You nod and reach over to grab the bottle on your desk. But as you hand it to him, the towel around his waist slips—just enough to start falling.

He grabs it quickly, catching it right before it drops, his face turning slightly red as he laughs under his breath before quickly walking out.