"Let's go up to my room, yeah? It's getting late and you're tired." I nodded in agreement, giving up. I zipped open my backpack that was carelessly thrown by the door. Grabbing a pair of boxers and a way too oversized jumper. I followed Phil back up the stairs and he led me to the bathroom.
"Why don't you get washed up," Phil said handing a towel to me, "my room's right across the hall if you need anything." He finished slowly closing the door. I quickly stripped.