Watching the way Justine turned on the shower and kept her back to him, he guessed now wasn’t the time to bring up the subject. He went to the sink to wash his penis, and when he heard her step into the shower, turned to join her. He saw tears in her eyes and they were so out of character for her, he was alarmed. “Justine?” “Don’t say anything,” she said, her voice low. “What’s the matter? Oh, fuck, did I hurt you?” “No, you didn’t hurt me.” “Then, what is it?” “I said I don’t want to talk. Let’s shower and get back on the road.” There had been many times in Nigel’s life when he’d slept with a woman and walked out the door as quickly as he fallen into her arms, but he’d never suspected it felt like this. He wanted to draw her back into his arms and cuddle her close.
