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I lie there with the water cooling around me, aware that I need to get out, but also not wanting to. When I thought about leaving that cell, at no point did I consider that I wouldn’t be allowed out of the house above. That I’d be lying here in a bathtub in Reid Harris’s guest room.
Fuck my life.
Noise comes from the other side of the door, and my eyes spring open at the possibility of seeing her.
Shadows move, but for a few minutes, she doesn’t appear.
The anticipation is so raw that when she does gently knock on the door, I startle.
“Yeah,” I croak, my heart picking up speed as she pushes the door open and steps inside fresh from her shower.
Her shorter hair is hanging limply around her shoulders, and thankfully, she’s scrubbed that cunt’s blood from her body. But the relief that comes with that knowledge only lasts so long because I soon realize that she’s wearing one of his shirts.
Motherfucker.
“Hey,” she says almost shyly.
I hate it. Hate that I’ve given her reason to question me.
Lifting my hand from the water, I hold it out for her.
Her eyes drop to it, and when she doesn’t move immediately, I almost tug it back.
Instead, I push myself up so I’m sitting.
“I’m sorry, Doll,” I whisper.
My voice drags her from wherever she’d gone and she immediately rushes over, sliding her small hand into mine and perching her ass on the edge of the tub.
“Me too, Mav. Everything has been… it’s been so crazy. I’ve hurt you, I know I have. But trust me when I say that I never—”
Reaching out with my other hand, I press two fingers against her lips.
“We’ve both done things we're not proud of, babe,” I assure her.
“Maybe. But you haven’t been fu—”
“Stop, please,” I beg, taking both of her hands in mine. “There’s time to talk about it all. But that’s not right now.”
“Okay,” she agrees quietly, her eyes searching mine. “You don’t hate me, though, right?”
“Doll,” I breathe. “I meant what I said before you walked out of here. And,” I add before she can say anything, “I want it to be enough.”
“Me too.” Her voice is barely audible as her eyes fill with tears. “What do you need?” she asks, studying me closely as if I’m about to break.
“Food and sleep.”
“You got it.” Tugging her hand from mine, she walks toward the towel rail, pulls one free and holds it out for me.
I can’t help but chuckle when she averts her eyes so I can climb out.
“Thanks,” I mutter, letting her know that it’s safe to look.
I’ve no idea what she’s scared of. She might look hot as shit with her side boob showing in that wide-armed tank, but I’m way too fucking exhausted for it to stir much. Tomorrow might be a different story.
Her eyes find mine before she loses her fight and drops them down my body.
“He attacked us with different types of guns then,” she mutters almost absently as she stares at my chest.
