Chapter 20
Mary
After Brandon thoroughly f***s me against the wall, he holds me as if I’ll break. He carries me to the shower, gently scrubs and rinses the suds off my body, and washes my hair. Then he wraps me in a towel and kneels behind me on his bed, combing through the wet strands. His dresser still holds the picture of us that he says he never took down.
“You don’t have to do that. It’s a rat’s nest.”
“I want to.” His voice is low and quiet; the only reason I hear is because he’s so close.
His eyes catch mine in the mirror and his lips tip up ever so slightly, embarrassed almost. I watch as his eyes follow his fingers, concentrating on every little move. He gets transfixed on my hair, rubbing the strands between his fingertips, carefully getting the knots out. There’s something
