Chapter Eleven: ExplainationShe returns to him after enduring the hottest shower she can handle, scrubbing her skin and washing between her legs. She can't smell anything on herself. Then again, it's hard to pick up the scent of her own body odor, if there's any at all. She smells mostly of soap.
He had gotten a shower as well, though she suspects he had done a bit more than shower, judging from the scent of arousal that is still clinging to his skin.
She ignores that dutifully and walks over to the window to widen it, airing out the room.
He is blushing when she turns her attention back to him. There's a scratch on his face where she had clawed him, four straight lines starting from his upper right temple do his chin. The blood had clotted over, but the sharp contrast against his tanne
