wouldn’t have gotten tangled in the stupid shower curtain if not for the persistent knocking on the door. But of all the things I expected, having Seth barge into my bathroom was not on the list.
And the gall he had to look offended about my not falling all over myself to have him rescue me from the big, evil shower curtain made me want to scream at him even more. It took me ten minutes after he left—and a nasty bump on the head—to escape from the bathroom.
Stupid jerk! Why did he have to break into my quarters? Who does he think he is?
I rub the tender spot on my skull where I knocked it into the towel rack, but honestly? I’m still smiling. Even Seth’s ridiculous intrusion can’t dampen my mood today.
The absence of that constant ache in my chest is like walking on air. I keep waiting
