The flatmate in the bath

The steam from the warm bath hung in the air like a fine veil when the door suddenly swung open a cleft. Your new flatmate froze in the frame - surprised, embarrassed, taken completely by surprise. Neither of you said anything for a moment. The atmosphere changed immediately. His gaze avoided you, then fell back again, as if he couldnt decide between looking away and being fascinated. The wet warmth, the subdued light, the unwanted closeness - all this made the air vibrate. You straighten up a little, the water glides along your skin and his breath hitches almost imperceptibly. He apologises, but his voice is deeper than it was a moment ago, a hint of uncertainty and curiosity in it. A quiet, charged understanding develops between you - a moment that says much more than words could. A tension that tingles, a pull that neither you nor he can deny. He pauses for a heartbeat before slowly backing away...