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I turned off the shower, steam rising in the air around me.

My skin was slick with moisture, and I didn't bother drying myself off before wrapping the towel around my curvy body.

I stepped out of the bathtub, and from downstairs, a door closed.

It must've been my boyfriend Jack, finally back from the store with the ingredients to make dinner.

I'd lived with Jack for about a year now. We stayed at his father's house, but we planned on moving out once we got married. Jack had already proposed, and he promised the wedding would be soon. But life seemed to keep getting in the way.

Heavy footsteps trudged up the stairs while I began drying my hair in the mirror.

The bathroom door stood slightly ajar. It couldn't be closed completely because of the broken doorknob.

If it shut, the doorknob would jam, and then Jack would have to get out his tools to pry the door open.

I didn't mind leaving it ajar because Jack and I were the only ones home around this time.

The door opened wider, and to my utter shock, my boyfriend's dad walked in. I yelped, wrapping my towel tighter around my body. "Mr. Miller!" I said, my heart racing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd be home this early!"

I expected him to apologize and walk out immediately. Instead, he froze and moved his eyes down my body. Slowly, like he was savoring the sight of me.

"Mr. Miller?"

He jolted as if broken out of a spell. "Wow... I mean, sorry." His eyes darted away, then came right back to me and traveled down my body again. "Damn..."

The way his eyes drank me in sent electrical currents over my skin. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the sensation. "Mr. Miller, Jack should be home soon..."

His gaze rose to my face. His eyes had some redness around them, like he'd been drinking. My heart stammered.

"Right. My son," he nodded, then he turned around and bumped the door closed. "Whoops. Looks like we're stuck."