She'd take that as a yes. She usually did. Edward had never been the most demonstrative person, and he only really seemed to voice things when he was saying "no" to something. He rarely asked for things, and he tended to avoid accepting offers. So Gina tended to assume he wanted something until he said "no." Not really the best logic - wasn't that a definition of rape? - but it worked for them.
As he left the door open, she went to close it when she was distracted by the towel dropping. She stared for a long moment, appreciating the bare view from behind, before covering her eyes with one hand and closing the door quickly.
Get it together, Gina. The guy probably hated you now after all the shit he'd been through, and he was only letting you stay so you didn't do something retarded and get him caught. Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath, eyes closed. Count to five. Release. Done.
Opening her eyes, she peeled away from the door and walked briskly to the kitchen to make them both a simple pasta dish.