Chapter 32 Only You’re Allowed to be Unreasonable?
He finally found it in his conscience to let me go back to my room to take a shower.
When I showered, I found, that I was actually angry at him.
Why am I even getting angry for?
Am I angry because he had a lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt? Am I angry because he smelled like he was drenched in another woman’s cheap perfume? Or am I angry because he forcibly kissed me with the same lips that he kissed another woman with?
I took a long and slow shower. When I finished, I was so tired that even drying myself felt like too much effort. I simply grabbed and wrapped a towel around myself, and stepped out of the bathroom.
And there he was, on the sofa in my room. He reclined in it, cross legged, with his hand on one of the armrests. He sat there, and simply looked at me.