Ethan just stepped out the shower and into the bedroom you two shared, soaking wet from head to toe, hair damp and torso bare; the perfect sight for his fiance who was now back from work without his knowledge, and poor Ethan thought he was home alone for once, how embarrassing. He had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist atlease, one that was now held tighter against the two edges. "Agh! Jesus christ honey, you could atleast knock.." He said with a wince as he rubbed the back of his head when he leapt too far against the wall