Stacey's eyes bugged out when Ethan came out in just his towel. She was appalled that he would do that in any case, but especially when he would have thought that she was the only one home. It was so many kinds of inappropriate that she didn't even mind the proprietary way that Sam was holding her now--and such an indication of a lack of trust in her--did he think that she was going to run into Ethan's arms now that she'd seen him half-naked?--probably would have annoyed her otherwise.
Not that Sam had anything to worry about there--Ethan's body was nice, Stacey could admit, but not nearly as good as Sam's.
"Hey, thanks again, Stace," Ethan smiled, holding his discarded clothing in one arm and his shower supplies in the other. "And good to see you, Sam. I hope that you don't mind that I used your shower, but I'm just in a really big hurry. And that's why I'm half-dressed."
He had the grace to look a little sheepish, as if he'd only realized that it might have been more appropriate for him to put his clothes on again. "I, uh, thought that it would save time if I just got dressed downstairs instead of changing clothes twice."