Grace
By the time I slip away down the hall and close the bathroom door behind me, my nerves feel as if they have been stretched thin. I am practically humming like a live wire. I lean back against the cool wood for a moment, letting my eyes close and the quiet of the bathroom settle over me.
It’s a relief—there are no eyes on me in here. No well-meaning mother's gaze looking on gleefully. No men trying very hard not to glare at each other from over my shoulder.
How I let myself be so oblivious to what was happening right beside me will remain a mystery. All I wanted was to let myself relax, for a brief period, let myself get lost in the movie, but that proved dangerous. Because there were two men having a silent war…over me.
How did this even happen?
Dawson says he is just playing
