A knock at the door breaks me from my trance. “I’m almost done,” I call out. When I get out of the shower, the leggings and the long-sleeved shirt I got at the store wait for me on the counter. I narrow my eyes. I’m certain I locked that door. I pick through my discarded clothes on the floor and discover that my panties have vanished. Fucker. “How’d you get in?” I ask as I step out of the bathroom, motioning toward the clothes I put on. He just shrugs. “And where’s my underwear?” I ask.
