Chapter 5

“Um, excuse me, but what are you doing in here?” I asked, my voice shrill even with the water running.

I held the shower curtain to my chest and then poked my head out. I glared at him waiting for an answer, but he just stared back, his face flushed an interesting pink color. The shampoo on my head ran down my temple onto my cheek, and my bright idea was to blow at it, hoping it went away. Of course, it didn’t, and my gesture blew the bubbles right into my eye.

“Well?” I snapped, the instant burning in my eyes making me close them in hopes the pain would stop, but more bubbles fell and made it even worse. “God damn it! Hand me that towel, would ya?”

I couldn't let go of the shower curtain, so I thought I'd wipe my eyes, put the towel around me, and confront him, which should make him leave. Then, I could finish my shower in peace. He handed me the towel.

“Well, you're in the men's showers,” he replied in a gentle voice, but I swore I heard humor behind his w