Stay outside

Had that been an invitation? Why else would she have left the door open like that? Or maybe it had just been an accidental flash of skin---a bit of fortuitously mistimed disrobing. He imagined her lithe, athletic body with droplets of water cascading over it just feet away from him. Conflicted, he hovered just beyond the bathroom door, not daring to enter uninvited but hoping against hope that an explicit invitation would be forthcoming.

Suddenly there was a knock from the room door. He startled back from the bathroom entryway and nearly dropped his towel at the unexpected sound.

"Could you get that?" called Tanya from the shower.

He checked the peephole impatiently. Suddenly his blood turned to ice. There, standing just beyond the closed door, was none other than Coach Vanessa.

Wild-eyed, he jumped back and whirled about the room as if to conjure some backdoor exit through which he could escape.

"Hey, um, could you maybe hand me a bed sheet?" called Tanya obliviously from the bathroom. "There don't seem to be any dry towels left in here."

"What did you say?" called Vanessa from the hall.

That got Tanya's undivided attention. Her head poked out of the bathroom, eyes wide as saucers. "Quick!" she hissed, "Bed sheet!"

He stripped a sheet off the nearby bed and hurled it across the room to her. Then he scanned frantically for somewhere to hide.