Ryan pulled off his virtual headset, his shirt clinging to him with sweat. Those few minutes had drained him as if he had run a marathon.
All he wanted now was a long, cold shower.
Still a little dazed, he stretched his arms and headed toward the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Molly watching him with a sly grin, as if she knew something he didn't.
"What?" Ryan muttered, frowning at her before reaching for the bathroom door.
It wouldn't budge. He shoved harder. With a sharp scrape of wood against tile, the door gave way at last.
"You really went for it!" Molly burst into laughter, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Ryan had no time to process her words. His foot slipped forward, and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor.
A hiss of running water filled his ears. His brain stalled.
