*

Peter starts the water as he did the day before. The faucet is tricky. Temperamental. It has a mind of its own. Audra turns as he exits the bathroom, setting her things on the counter.

"Your brother sucks, by the way," She says.

Peter looks back, eyebrows knit, "At what?"

"Tennis." Audra explains.

"Ah," Peter nods. He sits on the bed, facing Audra and resting his elbows against his knees, "Yeah, I could have told you that. The kid can't focus."

Audra leans against the wall, waiting for the water to warm, "You play?"

Falling back, Peter closes his eyes. "Only a little," He says, sitting up again, "on the weekend."

"We should play sometime." Audra offers.

Peter laughs, shaking his head, "No way."

Audra folds her arms, "Why not?"

"You just told me you were a professional tennis player. You'd destroy me. Where's the fun in that?"

Smirking, Audra shrugs, "For you? None. But for me...?"

Peter laughs, flashing the grin that makes Audra's heart flutter as he rubs his eyes again.

She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, "So, uh, I heard your mom gets in today. Are you excited?"

Peter snorts, "That's one word for it."

Audra chuckles. Peter's bare chest and boyish charm set her skin ablaze. She rocks on her heels, unable to stand still. Blushing, her lips part and she searches for something else to say, but before she has the chance, Peter points over his shoulder, towards his pillow, "Would it be alright with you if I uh–"

He wants to go back to sleep. Audra notes the bags under his eyes. She offers her hands in surrender, "N-no, no. Of course not. Knock yourself out."

Peter smiles gently, "Thanks."

Licking her lips again, Audra watches as Peter crawls toward his pillow. The muscles in his back contour, freckled and strong. She smothers a sigh, more attracted to him than she'd care to admit. Flushed, she closes the bathroom door, stealing another glance at him before latching it shut.

Peter exhales, already dreaming.