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Chapter Twenty
It’s 8:00 in the morning and I’m wearing a dress the color of
dead forests and old tin cans.
The fit is tighter than anything I’ve worn in my life, the cut
modern and angular, almost haphazard; the material is stiff
and thick but somehow breathable. I stare at my legs and
wonder that I own a pair.
I feel more exposed than I ever have in my life.
For 17 years I’ve trained myself to cover every inch of
exposed skin and Warner is forcing me to peel the layers
away. I can only assume he’s doing it on purpose. My body
is a carnivorous flower, a poisonous houseplant, a loaded
gun with a million triggers and he’s more than ready to fire.
Touch me and suffer the consequences. There have never
been exceptions to this rule.
Never but Adam.
He left me standing sopping wet in the shower, soaking up
a torrential downpour of hot tears. I watched through the
blurred glass as he dried himself off and slipped into his
standard uniform.
I watched as he slipped away, wondering every moment
why why why Why can he touch me?
Why would he help me?
Does he remember me?
My skin is still steaming.
My bones are bandaged in the tight folds of this strange
dress, the zipper the only thing holding me together. That,
and the prospect of something I’ve always never dared to
dream of.
My lips will stay stitched shut with the secrets of this
morning forever but my heart is so full of confidence and