Back in the hall, I spot the closed bathroom door. I grin. I open it silently, spotting familiar gray sweatpants on the floor outside the shower. The water is running, the curtain closed, and I creep toward it. Miles is either going to not be surprised at all, or he’s going to jump a foot. Hopefully he won’t deck me. I slowly grasp the edge of the curtains. “Gotcha!” I whip it open. Finch screams. He’s naked. Wet. Fuck. I scream back, louder, and cover my eyes, then spin around for good measure. Not what I wanted to see. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I rush out of the bathroom and smack right into
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