Kristen stood in the shower with Ron, their bodies pressed together, and the warm water ran over them both. She used soapy hands to caress his arms and chest. "I'm so sorry they hurt you." She told him, her voice soft and low, almost a whisper. He held her to him, his arms resting loosely around her shoulders, hands in her hair. "It's not your fault. I'm fine. It's more humiliating than anything." He assured her.
She leaned in and kissed his chest. "I hate this place. I didn't have time to think before I came; even if I had, I wouldn't have imagined anything so awful. We can't get out of here soon enough." He agreed with a soft hum, enjoying the soothing feel of her hands on his skin. "Mmm." Kristen pulled out of his grasp, "Come on. Let's get out of this water. I'm starting to wrinkle.
