"I bet you thought you were done with me," I heard over the sound of the shower and the door creaking. I recognized the voice immediately, and kept my eyes closed.
I shower in the dark, and the opening door brought in unwanted light. Fortunately, the voice closed it again shortly, though from the sounds of the floorboards, the voice's owner was within the bathroom, not without.
I sighed, loudly and intentionally, and the voice laughed. I hate that laugh.
"You're going to regret everything you've ever done to me, everything you've ever thought about doing to me, and everything you would never think to do."
I heard the whisper of clothes coming off and being laid on the floor gently, trying to be unheard.
"You're going to regret everything, and I'm going to enjoy this."
I felt as much as I heard the shower curtain being pulled back, with no intended subtlety. I considered opening my eyes, but abstained.
Lips brushed my own, a hand stroked from my shoulder to my scrotum, and I succeeded in not flinching. More skin press against me, trying to engulf me, but I would not be contained.
I opened my eyes, and I could see.