Adele realized that someone besides herself was reflected in the mirror.
She could guess who it was, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and check.
"I'll be out in a moment. Could you wait outside?"
That was all she managed to say, feigning composure as she pulled on the robe draped over the partition.
But Christine, arms crossed, stood leaning against the bathroom door without moving an inch. Just feeling his gaze on her was enough to make Adele's chest tighten.
"This isn't polite, Chris."
She hurriedly tied the robe's waist sash and forced a smile at him. The strain of it made the corners of her mouth twitch.
"Did you forget? What we are to each other?"
He gave a small laugh and stepped closer, looser than usual.
Had he, thankfully, not seen it?
"Even so, you ought to respect a person's privac— ah!"
In that instant,…
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