"You... changed me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Andrew frowned as he grabbed his glass of water.
"Yes, well, I wasn't going to bring other men's clothes into our home," he said forcefully.
Our home? Wait, does that mean... he stripped me down before even bringing me inside?
"I changed you in the car when we were half way here. I pulled over in an area where there were no people. Don't worry honey, no one saw you," he said, as if that was my biggest worry.
I scoffed. I couldn't help it. Tears sprung to my eyes, and for a moment, I was speechless.
The audacity of this man. He really sees nothing wrong with touching me and undressing me while I was knocked out. Andrew, for some reason, thinks that I'm his. Does that mean he did more to me, thinking he had a right to my body?
