I can do this, I remind myself. It’s a familiar chant I’ve had to tell myself a lot over the past several weeks.
Once I’m out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body while I dig for my heartburn pills. It comes out of nowhere and is usually strong enough to make me sick.
“Hey, Alex,” I call from inside the bathroom, peeking my head around the door.
“Yeah?”
“Would you mind grabbing a white bottle from my purse? I’m not dressed yet.” I clench my eyes the second the words come out, knowing he’s already seen me naked.
“Sure.” I hear him chuckling, probably thinking the same thing. His mouth and hands have been all over my naked body.
I step back inside, digging out my hairbrush and deodorant. Next, I look for something comfortable to wear, which consists of leggings and loose shirts
