~NYRA

I released a shaky gasp as he came under the water with me.

"Or am I wrong for being here?"

I shot him a wide stare. I could not believe he was asking me this question. How did this man even get in? I remembered clearly locking that door before I got into the shower.

"T— this isn't right. You shouldn't be here," I managed to whisper.

He kept walking toward me, such that I backed away until I felt my back press against the vaguely transparent and quite large cubicle.

"Who gets to decide ...