Lila
I turned around quickly and faced the wall, away from the door. I pulled my top down a little, but only enough to look like I was trying to cover myself. I left the side exposed on purpose — just enough skin showing at the edge so Jerry would think I was still changing when he walked in. I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to feel awkward. I wanted him to leave fast.
My heart raced so hard I could feel it in my throat. I heard the door open wider. Jerry stepped inside.
He gasped sharply and turned away immediately. “Sorry!” he said fast. “I didn’t know you were dressing.”
I sighed softly and pulled the top all the way down. “Just go,” I said. My voice came out quiet but firm.
“Okay, so sorry,” he replied. He sounded embarrassed but genuine.
I stayed facing the wall. My hands we
