After I finished bathing and came outside, I saw Ina sitting on the bed, staring down at me. She wasn't wearing anything. Her vulnerability and beauty struck me, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. My desire for her was intense, but the turmoil of the past weeks weighed heavily on my mind. Unable to bear my desires and the confusion anymore, I turned around, my voice strained as I said, "Put some clothes on, Ina."
She looked at me, puzzled and hurt. "But this is how we normally—"
"Go and put something on!" I shouted, harsher than I intended. "I need to talk to you about some things, and we can't talk like this."
Ina's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't argue further. She got up slowly, her movements graceful despite the tension in the room, and disappeared into the clo
