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Something fell.
He didn't see it happen. He just heard the small clatter of a bottle hitting the tile and felt her pull back fast, both hands off him at once, and the spell or whatever it had been broke clean down the middle.
He stepped back.
She stepped back.
Two feet of bathroom between them suddenly, and both of them using it like it was twenty feet.
He looked at her. Really looked, the way he hadn't let himself look in the last few minutes because looking had been the problem. Towel wrapped and tucked. Wet hair. Red face. Hands gripping the terry cloth at her chest.
Something was wrong.
Not wrong, bad. Wrong in the way a word sounds wrong when you've said it too many times, when the familiar thing starts reading as strange. He'd been in close quarters with males his whole
