definitely zero privacy, so walking around completely
naked wasn’t something she was exactly comfortable
with, even in her own home. She’d been alone in the
crowd. God, she couldn’t believe she’d said those
things to him, told him private realities she’d shared
with no one else.
She’d told him about Rhianna.
That she’d done so was both intimidating and freeing.
Running a hand along her hair, she glanced in the
mirror. Her lips were red, puffy from Dagan’s kisses.
Her eyes were bright, her ringlets standing out in every
direction. She looked like a woman who’d been well
and truly fucked. Because she had been. And shortly,
she would be again.
The thought made her smile.
She found him in the kitchen, eating stale Frosted
Flakes by the fistful from the box.
“You’re a Neanderthal.”
“Yeah.” He grinned, unashamed.
She scrounged through the fridge and found eggs,
bacon, milk that hadn’t yet hit its due date. There was
some bread in a bag on the counter, sort of stale but not
growing anything. Yet. He took the milk from her,
tipped his head back and drank it from the carton.
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“Oh, for God’s sake.”
He looked at her, brows raised, gray eyes wide.
“What?”
“What.”
