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Nope, that’s not what does me in.
What does is in the middle of the two-person shower . . .
It’s a chair.
A chair I can sit on until my ankle heals, rather than hobble or worse, must have someone in the room with me.
He was right. I should have listened to him, stopped being stubborn earlier, and not showered in my bathroom. I should have always used his. This is amazing what he’s done for me.
Trent has given me my dignity back.
And I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
When Jen has me settled, she leaves me alone in this beautiful space. I know she’s going to be right behind the door in the bedroom, but that’s fine, as long as I’m by myself.
I strip all my clothes and hobble the two steps until I reach the open shower door.
Once I’m sitting down, I turn on the warm water.
It feels amazing. It feels even better than yesterday’s shower because I don’t have to worry.
Trent set up everything so I can reach all the items I need. They’re lined up in rows in front of me. It feels like my heart will explode with all the time he took to make this possible.
Normally, I’d think someone on his staff did this, but my gut tells me this was all Trent.
Trent did everything.
He went out of his way to make me feel comfortable and safe.
And now I’m supposed to go on a picnic with him.
Excitement bubbles in my chest.
When all the soap is gone from my body, I turn the water off, and that’s when I notice he even has a towel set ready inside the shower. I don’t even have to reach. He thought of everything, and I melt over it.
Once I’m dry, I let Jen know I’m ready. Her help is needed, seeing as my feet are wet now.
She helps me walk over to the vanity, and I take a seat. I blow out my hair with a round brush. I’m not going to put makeup on because there’s no point. I don’t know where we’re going, so there’s no reason to get fancy.
The truth is, we really can’t go anywhere since, technically, I’m still on the mend.
Everything hurts, but I still want to get dressed.
Trent is probably just going to bring the food into my bedroom, but that’s okay. At least I won’t be alone.
An hour later, I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, my ankle and ribs wrapped, with leggings and a T-shirt on.
The door opens. Trent strolls in, handsome in the same outfit as before, and he stops to look me over.
“You might be cold. Let me grab you a jacket.”
Cold? Where are we going?
I don’t ask any questions, though. Instead, I wait for him to get me one and come back.
“Let’s go.” He hands me the jacket. “Do you want to go the fast way or the slow way?”
“Obviously, the fast way.” I playfully roll my eyes, and he picks me up again. “You seem to like picking me up a lot.”
