Ash opened his eyes to find himself alone, fingers balled up in loose blankets. The door to the bathroom was ajar and he could hear the patter of the shower, smell the warm scent of the bodywash he left on the side. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he padded across the room.
Behind the sheer plastic curtain he could see the blurred outline of her body. Memories of his hands all over her flooded back to him and, pulling the sheet aside, he stepped forward and buried his face in the back of her damp neck.