CJ looked around her room as they entered, only vaguely recalling a bit of the decor from the one time he'd been there. But he'd been more focused on the woman than the room that night because she'd obviously needed someone and he'd been willing to volunteer. It was funny really how he hadn't even thought about it, he'd just sat down with her and talked. Of course he'd needed a little bit of something that night too. Surprisingly it hadn't been sex. That wasn't the case of the current situation, however.
His gaze left the walls with the painted murals and followed Savannah instead as she shed her bikini and disappeared around the corner into what he assumed was the bathroom. CJ moved forward, following her into the bathroom. He still wore his swim shorts but they would be easily enough discarded should the invitation to join her in the shower still remain.