You've had enough for tonight

"Stop it," you admonish the horndog, stepping away from him and his tongue. "You men can never get enough, can you?" As Sam gets back on his feet he whispers, "Like you're one to talk," but you choose not to hear him. Mainly because it's true. You crack open a bottle of shitty men's shower gel and begin to wash yourself. Sam tries to 'help' you, once, but you gently push his hands away. Enough is enough. A tense silence hangs in the air, easily drowning out the cascading water of the shower, as you and he shower together, yet seperately. You bump into him a few times, and he into you, as is inevitable, but neither of you takes it any further.

Sam gets out of the shower first, still silent, and dries off before walking out of the bathroom. You follow shortly after, and when you walk back into the main room you see Sam laying on his bed, off to one side. He looks at you, then pointedly nods towards the empty space next to him. "Well, " he asks, "time for bed, then?"