“How did you get into my room?”
I stared at the rather good looking young man from my position on the carpet and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Bloody hell, you’re soaked.”
He wasn’t much better in that sense, standing in the doorway, coat dripping onto the parquet floor of the hallway, hair dishevelled, looking generally damp and messy. The young man ran his fingers through his hair again and disappeared to hang his coat in a room which smelt and echoed like a bathroom.
“You coming then? You’re