I heard the water in the sink running, and I assumed someone was brushing their teeth. I knocked while pushing open the door. “I just need my—”
The rest of my words were lost as Macon turned toward me. There he was holding a toothbrush and wearing nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” I backed out without finding my brush.
“Can I help you?” His voice was amused. How was he amused?
“Why are you naked?”
“Because I just got out of the shower.”
I kept looking down. “But you were brushing your teeth.”
“I like to dry off before I get dressed. You should try it sometime.”
“That’s what a towel is for.” I heard the ping of the towel bar. I glanced up, half hoping he’d be covered and half hoping he wouldn’t be. He had a towel tied around his waist.
“I guess we’re even then.”
“Even?” I could barely think straight. I was still picturing Macon naked.
“Yeah, I walked in on you in a towel, now you’ve seen me baring it all. We’re good to go.”
“I wasn’t naked.”
He grinned. “So what you’re saying is now I’m the one with the extra points. Nice.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I am? You’re the one who opened the door without waiting for an answer, and what did you need anyway?”
“My brush,” I answered sheepishly. He was right, I did pretty much barge right in.
“Here you go,” he held out the brush.
I took it, and my hand brushed against his in the process. Even tiny touches from him got me. “Thanks, and sorry.”
“Not a problem, roomie.”
“Okay.”
“Is there anything else?”
“Oh, no. Nothing.” I backed out the rest of the way and closed the door. Could I get more embarrassing?
