ELLIE
Adrian stops just inside the door.
My hands are black to the wrist. I've got a jar lid full of something I ground with the back of a spoon because I couldn't find a mortar.
"What's all this?"
"Just looking up herbs." I hold his eyes while I say it.
He looks at the table, but doesn't say one word about any of it.
"Have you eaten?"
My chest pulls.
Yesterday, he asked me that with his face level with mine. I looked at my phone and let it sit there.
“No.” I get up, wiping my palms down my thighs. “I wanted to shower first.”
“So do I.”
He pulls his shirt off over his head on the way across the room. By the time he reaches me, he’s dropping it, and his hands are already going to my waist.
He turns me around, finds the zipper at the back, and takes it down slow. He peels the fab
