When he heard the footsteps, he froze exactly where he was, with his hand under his exomis, his fingers still curled around, uh, himself. Kratos closed his eyes and wished, really, really, really hard that it was just Bia, that she was just going to bounce into her room, get something, and bounce back out. He all but held his breath as we waited.
And then did hold it when the footsteps didn't go down the hall, but turned into the room he was in. Please don't let her see me, he thought. Kratos thought it so hard, he wondered if he was moving his lips to mouth the words. But no, he was till holding perfectly still. Frozen. Like a statue. And nobody saw statues.
Except she did.
He would have sworn, but he was too busy remembering how to breathe. He could feel heat in his cheeks, fiery and liquid, spreading up to his ears. His chest felt hollow and his stomach felt like a knot. All of it happened in the space of a second, but it felt like it took forever. An eternity. And then finally he opened his eyes, and slowly dropped his hand.
“Uh... hey... Nike...” He had no idea what to say after that. Was there anything to say? How could he explain? Kratos didn't know what else to do but stare at the floor and wait for her to tell him to get out.