Nancy's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the sight of her naked ex-husband. "You!" She exclaimed. He smirked, and she hurriedly looked away.
Paul had a towel in his hand and was nonchalantly drying his hair.
Nancy's face turned red as she wondered whether she should run or start arguing with him. "I didn't know you were taking a shower," she said.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Paul raised his eyebrows and said, "This is my room. There's no reason to be embarrassed, though. We've seen each other naked plenty of times before. Anyway, why did you barge into my room?"
Nancy bit her lip and said, "This is my room too. Isn't it?" On such short notice, this was the best answer she could think of.
Paul walked over to her. "How do you figure?" he asked. As close as he was to her, the smell of male hormones was overwhelming. "Did you forget that I divorced you? This may have been your room before, but those days are in the past."
