I thought about joining him – and it was pretty obvious he wanted me to. But I just didn't feel like a hot, wet shower romp was the right thing right now. I can see how broken up he is about Trey. His brown eyes look like shattered glass, torn up and cutting, bleeding his pain all over his face.I rub at my bare arm and sigh. I couldn't wear those clothes for even a second longer, so as soon as he went into the bathroom, I stripped them off and piled them up with his near the door. I can agree to burning them. Who wants to wear an outfit with that kind of memory attached to it?A knock at the door snaps my attention up, and I stand slowly, cautiously. Hey, can you blame me? Haven't gotten dealt a lot of aces lately, if you catch my drift. I grab the robe off the back of the bathroom door and slip it on, tying the belt loosely around my waist. There aren't any peepholes here, so I lean against the teal painted wood and ask who's there.“It's me.” A cough, a sniffle. “It's Dax.”I unlock the door and slip it open a crack.
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