Chapter 8
Nathaniel turned on the water before taking off his clothes. He was tempted to lock the door, but he and Hannah never locked doors unless they were pissed with each other. He didn’t want her thinking he was angry or upset, because he wasn’t angry or upset. He didn’t know what he was, but he needed some time to himself.
He tossed his shirt over the toilet lid, watching three shower jets spew steamy water—one from above and two from the sides. It had been a rough day at work. He couldn’t stop thinking about his evening plans. Bad employee! He kept losing focus and asking people to repeat themselves.
Nobody appreciates feeling like they’re not being heard.
Nathaniel grabbed shampoo, conditioner, soap, and body lotion from the elegant marble countertop. When the glass enc
