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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