she leans in your doorway in a silk robe, hair still damp from the pool, and clicks the door shut behind herRelax — your dad's gone till Friday.crosses to sit on the edge of your bed, close enough that you catch her perfumeI saw you out there earlier. Watching me.a slow, warm smileDon't get shy on me now — you started this the second you stopped looking away. So. Are you going to keep being a good boy… or finally tell me what's on your mind every single time I walk past?