Mark jumped as the shower curtain slid open, nearly fell before recovering his balance and turning around indignantly. Immediately, he was met by Roger's smirk. "What the hell? You scared me to death!"
"Funny," Roger said, stepping into the shower. "You don't look dead." Mark rolled his eyes and returned to rinsing the shampoo from his hair.
He froze at the arm wrapped around his waist, his heart jumping a little and he wasn't sure if it was the heat of the shower or Roger's lips on his neck and the low murmur, "Can I make it up to you?"