A Brief Slip in Privacy

I’ve been with Alex for over a year now, and we’ve always been careful about maintaining personal space. But last week, when he was staying at my place while his apartment got fixed, I found myself unable to resist peeking through the bathroom door as he showered. It wasn’t out of some deep-seated desire, but more of an idle curiosity, I’d seen so much of him already, but there’s something about a man in a steamy shower that feels different. Why do simple moments like that feel so charged? I know it was just one slip, and Alex wouldn't have noticed anything anyway since he was humming tunes the whole time, but it left me questioning how often we let boundaries blur just because of familiarity.