I went to the bathroom, undressed and got in the shower.

"Oh, Andy" I yelled.

I heard him open the door, and I think he sat on the sink.

"Remember, no peeking" I smiled to myself and proceeded to wash my hair.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. So what are you doing in there?" he asked.

"I'm washing my hair, Andy. What are you doing?" I questioned back.

"It appears I'm sitting on your bathroom sink" he chuckled.

"Shut up, Andy" I giggled.

The conversation fell through at that moment and I finished up with my shower. I needed a towel. I turned the water off, and peered around the shower curtain.

"Andy, can you please hand me a towel from the closet" I asked and pointed him in the direction of the closet.

He handed me the towel and smiled at me, I grinned back, wrapped the towel around my body and started to step out. But I tripped on the edge and squealed. Andy caught me, and I felt his arms wrap around me, tightly.

"Uh, I... thanks" I whispered.

He smiled, his face just inches from mine. I could just feel the blood boiling under my cheeks. I was practically naked, and Andy was holding me. I could smell his smoke breath, and his natural smell. His aroma excited me, but I wasn't going to let that show. Not yet.

"Okay, let me up rockstar" I smiled, and he complied, to my surprise. I went to my room, and quickly shut the door. I think he got the hint.