Interrupted shower.

"Excuse me, Jon," Hane called out just as Jonathan was heading to the showers with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Yes, Hane?" he answered, turning around to face her.

"I'm sorry but do you mind holding off your shower until we could do another EEG test on you?" she asked. "I want to test you soon after you had finished exercising, if you don't mind."

"Um, sure, I guess," he nodded. "I can change if you want..."

"I'm just wearing a towel too so don't be modest," she smiled. "Besides, we're both professionals."

Allison noticed that the two were heading towards the elevator and hollered at them, "Hey, no dessert before dinner!"

Hane blushed while the rest of the female crew giggled.

"We're going down to the medical bay to do electroencephalogram tests on Jon," Hane tried to explain.

"Okay, sure!" Allison shouted back with a not very subtle wink.

Jonathan grabbed Hane's hand and hurriedly escorted her out of the gym before she could try to explain further and possibly make things worse than they needed to be.

"I guess that the two of us just wearing towels may be misconstrued as something professionally improper," Hane sighed, trying to break the silence while they took the elevator down to the third floor.

"Yeah..." Jonathan nodded but then gave her a reassuring smile when the elevator door opened on the third floor. "We're all professionals, even Allison, so don't pay attention to her teasing." Hane smiled back and led him towards the EEG machine.

Jonathan laid down on the hospital bed but could not help stare at Hane's cleavage hovering over his face while she leaned over to hooked up the electrodes to his scalp. He hoped he did not get an erection because it would be impossible to hide with his towel but his body could not ignore her breasts pressing against it.

"Oh my..." Hane gasped, staring at his erection trying to burst through his towel.

"I'm so sorry!" he apologized, covering the massive bulge with his hands.

"It's okay, that was my fault that I had leaned in too close to you," Hane blushed. "Please try to relax."

"Sure," he nodded, staring up at the ceiling.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting down next to him with crossed legs and turning on her tablet.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't tired," he answered, "both mentally and physically."

"You do seem to like pushing yourself to your limits," she commented as she looked at the waveforms on the EEG machine's monitor.

"I guess I want to see the extent of what I can achieve," he shrugged.

"To prove to yourself or to your mother?"

"I thought Lauren was suppose to be the psychologist?" he retorted.

She smiled at him. "Okay, no more talking for the next half hour while we do the test. Now just lie back and relax but don't fall asleep!"

Jonathan was not into meditation but he managed to calm and clear his mind while trying to stay awake. Hane watched his ruggedly handsome face relax as he slipped into a trance. She looked back at the monitor and her tablet but could not help glance over occasionally to observe his tone torso rise and fall with his regulated breaths.

"Jon?"

"Hmm, what is it?" Jonathan wondered, opening his eyes.

"Jon, we're finished with the test," Hane announced. "I'm going to take off the electrodes now."

"Um, sure..."

Hane smiled down at him while she gently peeled off the electrodes from his forehead and scalp. "Excuse me," she giggled and leaned over him to reach the electrodes on the other side of his head instead of walking around the bed. It was very obvious to Jonathan that this time she was intentionally pressing her cleavage against him but who was he to complain?

"All done!" she chirped with a slight bounce on her toes that caused her abundant cleavage to jiggle.

"How are the readings, doc?" Jonathan asked as he slid off the bed to stand behind her to get a look at her tablet (and since he was half a foot taller than her, inadvertently look down at her ample cleavage). He could smell the fragrance of her shampoo in her hair as he looked over her shoulder.

"Good," Hane blushed, feeling his toned torso against her back. "We should do another test before you go to bed tonight."

"Sure," he nodded. "Shall we go to get changed?"

"Changed...?" she sputtered, turning around to face him.

"For dinner," he chuckled. "I think we would be a bit underdressed."

"Yes, of course!" she giggled, covering her mouth with her tablet while she followed him to the elevator.