“How hard would it have been to just listen to me?” We were sharing air and it was electric. Charged. As if a spark would be set off at any moment. He took a step closer to me. Our chests were now inches apart, and he whispered in my face, his breath smelling like the toothpaste he just used. “About as hard as it was for me to lay in that bed next to you, knowing you wore nothing under that robe.”
