Billie.
“Silas.”
His name slipped out.
I dropped my gaze instantly, fingers twisting together in front of me, thumbs rubbing anxiously over knuckles.
“I’d really like to shower,” I said, staring down at my hands. “But I’m scared of the water. I just… don’t know what to do.”
The silence stretched long enough that I started to feel foolish for saying it out loud, for standing there asking for help like I had any right to it.
He turned and walked out of the bathroom without a word.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Maybe I’d said something stupid or he expected me to figure it out alone.
He came back quickly.
Two ties dangled from his hand: one black silk, one charcoal gray.
Before I could open my mouth to ask, he lifted them slightly.
“I’ll shower with you.”
My brain stalled.
