Emily quickly looked away from Angelo. Slightly embarrassed that, once again, she had caught him in what most would consider a compromising situation.
"Come on in," Angelo beckoned her as he opened the door wider, allowing Emily space to walk into his room without needing them to knock into one another. Once she entered his room, she watched hungrily as Angelo used another of his miniature towels to dry his hair. Unable to control herself, Emily watched his muscles flex every time he moved a part of his body.
She let out a long-held breath, slightly pleased that Angelo had his back facing her because she would never forgive herself if Angelo caught her staring at him as though she were a dog and he the bone.
"You're quiet, has that obnoxious friend of yours left already?" Angelo asked. She was unable to answer him because she feared his response.
"Emily"
"Yes!" she answered, snapping out of her little world of fantasizing about Angelo.