It was unfulfilled desire. A searing heat, forcibly suppressed. The struggle of knowing his actions were vile, yet being unable to gain complete control.
'I can't stay here any longer!'
If he stayed any longer, he didn't know if he could keep himself in check.
He took one last, deep look at the bathroom door, which glowed with a warm yellow light as the sound of splashing water echoed from within. Then he spun around abruptly. Without a sound, like a true ghost, he silently opened the door.
His figure flickered in the sliver of light from the doorway, then vanished without a trace.
The door clicked shut behind him, closing seamlessly.
In the bathroom, the water fell silent.
Josie Quinn wrapped her soaking body in a large bath towel and stepped out, enveloped in warm steam and the fresh scent of shower gel.
She toweled her hair, her bare feet padding on the cool floor as she walked toward the bedroom.
As she passed the entryway, she habitually glanced at the door.
