Please note this chapter contains themes of a mature nature including s****l abuse. Please proceed with caution.
Zeev POV
I stepped Harlee directly into the shower as I had done on previous occasions.
"You can go." She sighed.
"If I do, I'll just dirty the house." I responded calmly. She looked at me and winced. Internally, I was seething, but outwardly I knew it was important to keep my cool.
"I suppose you're right." She muttered and turned the water on. The spray was icy and she dodged it, right into my arms. I turned her body away from the stream, shielding her with my own until the temperature could change. She looked up at me, huddling against my chest, a flood of emotions behind her eyes. I still had a grip on her upper arms, and she suddenly pulled away.
"Thanks."
