"I uhhh..." she stammered. "Need to go to the bathroom." Grace watched his expression. He looked so different in the sunlight, younger, less harsh. She wiggled a little to see what would happen, instantly regretting it as his hand slid over her n****e again. "Can I?"
"Of course." Daniel lifted his arm off her and let his hand fall from her breast.
Grace wanted to scramble to her feet but only got to her hands and knees before the battered muscles of her stomach forced her to stop. She hissed but pushed up to her feet and forced herself upright.
"You should let me look at that," he told her as he sat up, nodding at her belly. He was maddeningly calm for how out of control her body suddenly felt.
"I'm fine!" she snapped.
He pointed her in a direction. "Over there will probably be safest
