Back to his room

Sandwich in hand, Zack headed back into the room he was sharing with Chloe. Her absence, and the sound of running water, told him she was in the shower.

Her suitcase lay open on her bed, only half-emptied into the drawers they had assigned to her, which likewise stood open, exposing their contents. The top drawer looked like it held a large assortment of underwear, with the drawers below being given up to Chloe's trademark baggy jumpers and jeans. The suitcase still held t-shirts, on top of which lay a red bikini. Maybe Chloe was ready to finally conquer her self-esteem issues, Zack thought happily.

Glancing over at the bathroom door, where Chloe's pile of traveling clothes had been unceremoniously dumped on her way to the shower, he noticed that it was ajar. The thought of peeking through the crack at his oldest friend – a beautiful, large-breasted redhead – in the shower made his jeans suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.

But that would be wrong – wouldn't it? The same couldn't be said of taking a closer look at the things she'd carelessly left lying around in their shared bedroom...