She had left the bathroom door ajar. From where he stood he could see her reflection in the mirror through the clear shower door.

She was rinsing the shampoo from her hair, back arched, head thrown back, arms raised and bent. This position threw her breasts up in sharp relief. Dark rosy brown nipples jutted upwards.

She was singing softly to herself, something with a happy lilt to it.

He could hear nothing except the sound of the water drops hitting her skin and her lovely voice. He could see nothing except her. He could not breathe. Something coiled low in his abdomen - something unknown - with a feeling like an electrical charge, poised and ready to strike. Was this lust?

Through the haze that enveloped him he was suddenly aware of footsteps and giggles. Without seeming haste he whirled and took two steps out of the bedroom door and into the study area. When her roommate stumbled into the room wrapped around her current male toy, he was standing stiffly by her desk. But the something was still there.