You glance over his collection of books before you heave a sigh. You were never much of a reader, and even now, the thought of cracking one open leaves you feeling pretty bored.
Collapsing onto the bed, you huff, bores out of your mind and wishing that Danner was out of the shower. He really does make you feel safe, like nothing can hurt you. It's pretty magical, for only knowing him for a matter of hours. You wonder briefly how long this can possibly last. With the luck you've been having, you can only assume that things will just take a turn for the worse.
You roll onto your stomach with another groan, when something catches the attention from the corner of your eye. You see that the bathroom door isn't closed all the way. It's cracked open just the finest bit, and you can see little clouds of steam slipping through. You wonder for a moment if Danner has a shower curtain.
Crawling forward on the bed, you squint at the door for a few minutes before you decide that just one little peek won't hurt. You sneak your way over to the door, and line up your eye with the crack, trying to get a good look at what's going on in there.
You can see Danner clearly, soapy suds all over him. He's so tall and so fit, with a physique that gods would envy. He turns around so that his front is facing the shower head, and as he spins, you get a good look at his abdomen and... his rather impressive tool. He's larger than life! And in more than one department!
You can feel the hest rising to your cheeks, and you back away slowly from the door to hide your face in his pillow. What a looker...
A few minutes later, he joins you on the bed, fully dressed and squeaky clean. Should you tell him about your peeping...?