Abby’s POV
I close the door behind me and my feet tap across the tiles as I make my way over to the sink.
God, even the damn bathroom is huge.
I grip the porcelain for dear life and look up into the mirror in disapproval.
It’s just my hormones going berserk. It’s purely physical… chemical even. It’s not deep. It’s certainly not meaningful.
Animal attraction. That’s all it is.
I reassure myself of the fact over and over again, rinsing my hands under the faucet quickly before drying them on a fluffy towel. I head back out into the hallway and listen intently to the discussion going on below my feet. They seem to be talking about where Yuri’s next shipment of drugs may be coming from. I look over my shoulder and see the bedroom door slightly ajar only a few feet away.
It’s clear
