Roxy felt sleazy just being near the motel. She had never understood affairs or hooking up. She had to trust someone before she would be willing to be vulnerable enough to consider having sex. She had learned to protect herself. Her father had broken her when he roofied her on her sixteenth birthday. 

She regretted closing the door. She felt claustrophobic. Which was stupid since she had been in small spaces before. The difference was in difference was that she had never been in a small space with someone she found attractive. As wary Roxy was to admit to her attraction being closed in the motel room made it almost impossible not to admit it. At least to herself. 

"Right this is such a relaxing place." She snapped before she began to pace the small room. There was no way she could relax. And she definitely wasnt going into the restroom. That room was even smaller.