28: A pressing question
That question was floating over her head like she was thick brained. She was choosing to ignore all the thoughts that were rushing to her mind, because they were not good.
"I did not know that living in your house meant I can't have any privacy." She grabbed his wrist and dug her finger nails into his skin. As always, his fave was unchanging, like he was immune to pain.
When that did not work to get him to let go, she forced his hand off and moved to a different corner, wrapping her arms around her chest to cover her breast.
"Privacy does not do you any good, haven't you realised?" His question left her speechless. She just wanted to leave the shower and leave the house as a whole, but he would not even let her take any step forward with how close he was to
