Jen comes out to the living room, a towel wrapped around her body. The towel technically covers more skin than her swimsuit does, but seeing her in a towel is much more intense. The front of her chest is red from the shower. Jen moves around in a self-conscious way. “I left the door open,” she says. Remy feels embarrassed on her behalf. He laughs. “I left it open for a reason.” Her mouth moves strangely, like a tide-pool creature.
