Mark came back a few hours later. A few hours which I was forced to spend alone, going crazy with worry for him. I had gone back to the room and found some clothes in the pantry. I wore a guy’s pants now and an oversized t-shirt with a silly cat printed on the front. Just out of spite I tore part of the front and made it into a crop top. Then I lay in the bed in the darkness and waited for him to come back.
When he finally did, he walked slowly towards the bed. I didn’t say a word when he sat near my feet on the mattress. I was turned to the side to face him, but it was pitch black here and I couldn’t see his eyes or his expression.
He stood there for a long moment, breathing heavily, sighing. Then he slowly reached towards me, his hand caressing the naked skin on my ankle.
“I am sorry.
