We stare at each other for a moment, the warm water soothing my entire body and making me want to melt in his arms. I shouldn’t want to be held by a murderous thing like him. But I do. I crave it like a shot of morphine. Jenkins’s eyes lower to my lips, lifting back to my eyes slowly before he leans in and kisses me. The world ceases to exist as the man I fear most adorns me with kisses and his dark dreams for us. I knew it then. Jenkins would ruin what good was left of me.
