A rainfall showerhead hangs from the ceiling and a half-wall with the same black tiles offers a rather feeble attempt at privacy. But privacy is not something I currently crave when having Mercy here alone with me. I don’t bother asking if she wants to be left alone. I don’t want to leave her alone. To my relief, she doesn’t request it, her emerald eyes steadfast and penetrating before she slowly steps out of her heels.
