6
Rue
I slip into the steaming bath, paranoid the entire time there that Dryas will return. I feel not just naked but exposed in a different way.
How is it that twenty minutes into our second conversation he’s already pushing my limits?
I wash, scrubbing my scalp and my skin to rid myself of all the grease that has accumulated since I put the wedding dress on. The lavender-scented soap and a eucalyptus-based shampoo smell wonderful to me. Hot water feels sublime, too. I loathe to leave it, but I force myself to be quick.
When I’m ready to slip out of the bath, I find plenty of white towels neatly folded on a wooden drying rack. Wrapping one around my body and one around my wet hair, I find a toothbrush by the sink.
After brushing my teeth and drinking water from the sink, I feel like
