Josiah
I left Chris in the foyer while I ran upstairs to change out of the shorts he had loaned me. I peeled them off like lycra and then jumped into a shower, all the while my brain was turning over the thought that my beta could have betrayed me. Maybe. Maybe not.
I twisted the knob to a temperature that was almost burning off my skin and scrubbed viciously with the soap and washcloth. But nothing could clean the sick feeling from my body. When the last of the soap suds swirled down the drain, I reached for the towel and quickly dried off.
Since I planned to go sit with Olivia, I put on a pair of dress slacks, a silk shirt, and ran a comb through my wild hair. I wanted to look nice for her. I wanted her to know that I put in the effort, even if she couldn’t open her eyes and see me. I
