What did he want in the bathroom. I didn't follow him and he reappeared in the doorway and looked at me quizzically.
"Follow me," he repeated.
"Why?"
"Please."
Reluctantly I went to him and he took my hand in his as if to be sure I wouldn't bolt for the door.
I was more than surprised when he removed his boxers and turned on the shower, stepping under it and motioning for me to join him.
We stood in an embrace under the warm water. I didn't want to be the first to pull away but after a long while I was tired and eased myself from his arms.
"I'm sleepy," I told him, hoping it wouldn't offend him.
I thought he would have come to bed with me but instead he stayed in the shower while I dried myself.
I watched him, unsure what to do for a few minutes. Eventually I just climbed under the bed covers and closed my eyes.