The door to our dorm room clicked closed behind me. Reagan was still out with Grant.
As I moved to the bathroom I dropped my heels on the floor and unbuttoned my jeans. One piece at a time, I removed my clothes. My hair was stringy and damp from sweat.
Stepping into the shower stall, I turned the nozzle. The water spurted cold a few times then burst full steam onto my skin. It ran down my body like lava and I pushed my hair back under the water, my eyes open and staring into the steam.
As I picked up the soap and worked it into a lather, I began to sing.