The steam filled Sean’s tiny bathroom, curling around him as the hot water poured down his shoulders. He pressed his forehead against the tile, eyes closed, letting the spray run over him. The last thing he expected was for his phone—balanced dangerously on the counter— to start buzzing.

He groaned, head turning toward the sound. He should’ve ignored it. But when he glanced through the fogged glass and saw your name flashing across the screen, his stomach flipped.

“Shit,” he muttered, fumbling to grab a towel. In his rush, his foot slipped against the slick porcelain. The next thing he knew, the shower curtain wrapped around him like a net as he stumbled, half-catching himself on the wall.

The phone was still ringing.

Cursing under his breath, Sean snatched it up with wet fingers and pressed it to his ear, still tangled in the curtain, water dripping down his chest.

“H-hello?” His voice was husky, breathless. “Yeah, uh—hey. You, uh… caught me in the middle of something.”

There was a pause on the line before your amused voice answered, and Sean’s lips quirked into a crooked grin despite his predicament. He leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, voice dropping lower.

“Guess you’ve got… good timing. Or bad. Depending on how you look at it.”