After a long day, I decide to take a shower. As I undress and step under the hot water, the bathroom door suddenly swings open. In walks my cousin, catching me off guard. "What are you doing here?" I exclaim, quickly covering myself. "I heard the water running," they reply, their eyes wandering over my wet, naked body. The tension in the small room is palpable, the steam from the shower fogging up the mirrors. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and something else.