OWAIN LUTHER
I let her lay on the bed while I went to take a shower, scrubbing every inch the vomit had touched. I spent close to thirty minutes doing that... If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s smelling anything other than my own spray.
I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. But then... Karima was already awake. God knows what she was plotting next. Maybe this was all some kind of punishment I hadn’t figured out yet.
Her face was buried between her knees, legs stitched tight together until I realized she was crying.
Very typical. After making me come down here, ruining my shirt, and then forcing me into this cubic box of a room… now she was crying?
She didn’t notice I was out, and I didn’t bother interrupting whatever act she was pulling. I pulled th
