I take a step toward him. “Are you going to shower with me?”
His eyebrows lift. “You want me to?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Yes… can you?”
He nods and reaches for me. Slowly, he lowers to his knee and taps my leg for me to lift my foot. He removes one shoe and sock and then the other. He reaches for the button on my jeans, undoes it, unzips them, and then pulls them down over my thick thighs. He raises to his feet, and I reach for the hem of my shirt, but he takes over, pulling it over my head. When I’m standing in front of him in only a bra and panties, he sucks in a deep breath. He unsnaps my bra and then pulls my pantiesdown my thighs. I step out of them, completely naked. His eyes roam over every bare inch of me, but this look he’s giving me is different than normal. It’s like he’s looking for something, and then it hits me.
“Hey.”
His eyes raise to mine, and I point at my face. “This is it. He punched me twice. He didn’t… touch me,” I tell him.
He bites his lower lip as if he’s trying to hold himself together.
I tremble, and he helps me into the shower. I reach for him. “Will you please get in with me?”
He nods and makes quick work of removing his clothes. He doesn’t say a word as he steps into the shower. He washes my hair first, and I moan as he massages my scalp. Once he’s done there, he moves to my body. My body reacts, nipples erect, but he acts like he’s a man on a mission. He’s more clinical than anything.
When he’s washed all of me, he cleans himself up quickly and turns the water off. His silence is overwhelming. “Lo.”
He steps out of the shower and wraps a towelaround his waist. His cock is flaccid, and I’m trying not to take it personally.
He grabs another towel and dries me off. “I’ll be right back,” he grunts.
He comes back wearing a pair of shorts, and he takes my towel off and pulls one of his T-shirts over my head and down my body.
“Lo… talk to me.”
He forces a clenched smile to his face. “I’m going to dry your hair, okay?”
I bite my lip, trying to get a hold of my emotions. “Yeah… yeah, okay.”
I keep trying to catch his eyes in the mirror as he dries my hair, but he won’t even look at me. It’s as if he regrets bringing me here and maybe thinking I’m more trouble than I’m worth.
CHAPTER 19
LOGAN
I grip the hair dryer until my knuckles are white.
I didn’t protect her.
I didn’t trust her when she said she didn’t cheat on me.
I said things to her that I’ll regret until my dying day.
Even though I’m feeling all these emotions, I brush through her hair gently, determined that she never feels pain from me again.
I can feel her eyes on me, but I can’t look at her. I’ve never been so ashamed of myself in all my life.
When her hair is dry, I put the blow dryer away andthen finally meet her eyes in the mirror. “Are you hungry? Or do you want to watch?—”
She turns to look at me. “I just want to lie down… is that okay?”
“Fuck, honey, that’s more than okay.”
I pull her gently from the bathroom and turn off the light as we go. I pull the covers down and tuck her into bed. I turn off the light and then walk around to the other side of the bed and lie down next to her.
“Can I hold you?”
