Panic has me rushing over to my towel and snatching it off the sink basin. The door opens while I try to wrap it around myself, barely covering myself when Tobias walks in. He sneers at me, but his eyes run the length of me while I stand clutching the towel awkwardly. I watch as his face twists in disgust, like he just can’t bear to look at me. Shame washes over me. How could I be so stupid as not to check if the door was locked? I would have saved myself this sort of humiliation. I don’t think I am that horrid to look at. Nothing that warranted the look of disgust he gave me.
If I repulse him with just a towel on, I would hate to see the look on his face if he got a good look at the burns on my back. I consciously make sure they’re covered at all times. I have Darius to thank for my muti
