Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
Alessandro and I were at his place now. As soon as we got here, I rushed out of the car and into the house. I really needed to pee, but I did not want to tell him that after we left my house. It was the equivalent of being afraid of being yelled at by your dad on the way to school while you are late because you forgot your backpack at home. Yes, I know I am a grown woman, but I just could not help it because we were already halfway home when I felt the strong urge to use the restroom.
When I got done doing my business, I figured I would shower one time because I was still rather filthy from cleaning all day. My skin felt sticky, and my clothes were dusty. Hey, that rhymed!
I chuckled at my own stupidity as I made my way to the bathroom. I took off my clothes
