Lucas snapped out of his daze, stammering as he tried to form a coherent response. “I was just— I brought you some clothes,” he managed, holding up the bundle in his arms like a peace offering.

Amy’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening on the curtain. “And you thought the best way to give them to me was to barge into the bathroom while I was showering?”

“No! I mean, I heard singing and I thought—”

“You thought what? That you’d get a free peep show?” Amy ...