I turned on the water, stripped my clothes to the floor, and kicked them to the corner. Once the water was at the perfect temperature—as hot as I could possibly stand it—I stepped into the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed. I heard another loud crash in the kitchen as I started to rinse my hair.I dropped my head and closed my eyes, knowing that Luke’s frustration was one he’d have to deal with on his own. He didn’t want my help, didn’t want me to interfere, and he wanted to handle it all on his own. I had to respect that.I lathered my hair into a big, soapy mess just as I heard the bathroom door click open, and the breeze from the doorway caused a small wave in the shower curtain. “Luke,” I chuckled as I rinsed the shampoo from my scalp.“Hmm?”“I think the next topic of discussion needs to be the little issue of recognizing boundaries.” The door shut with the tiniest click, and I scrunched my brow. “One of those boundaries, dear, is respecting my privacy while I’m in the shower.”I paused and waited for him to answer, but the room stayed relatively quiet.
