“After everything you have been through, you should be disgusted by me.”
She jerks away from me, her eyes widened in confusion. Like the person she’s watching isn't who she thought he was. I lower my head into my hands, refusing to look at her and seeing her slowly hate me. “Are you disgusted by me now?”
“Do you want me to be?” Her voice cracks, and I shoot my head up, meeting her with her glassy eyes. “I know who you are, Xander. I’m not that stupid.”
She pulls away, undressing as she goes to her private bathroom. I shamefully watch her greedily as she shimmies out of her spandex. She steps out of it, bending so the globes of her breasts heave as she rises again.
Then she walks away without a word. The bathroom door closes gently behind her, and the whoosh of water from the shower soo
