It felt like they had been together this whole time.
Everett wished he could freeze this moment in time, keeping her forever by his side.
As Dorothy wiped down the surfaces, a sudden thought about Jeffrey's head bandage distracted her. "Did Jeffrey get hurt?" "Yeah, I think he found out about Heather and was on his way to tell me when someone rear-ended his car." Dorothy glanced at him, hesitating before asking, "It was Heather?" He nodded solemnly.
"She... she's really lost it." Dorothy sighed softly. "She'd do anything for you. And Jeffrey, he was so good to her." Hearing the tone in her voice, Everett raised an eyebrow with a hint of teasing. "Are you... jealous?" "Me? Jealous? No way!" Dorothy protested, but her cheeks betrayed her with a blush.
She always had a hard time hiding her feelings, wishing she could just vanish on the spot whenever someone pointed them out.
"Okay, you're not," Everett said, his smile deepening; he couldn't bear to take his eyes off her for even a second.
Aware of his gaze, Dorothy grew even more self-conscious, her hands moving more frantically over his body until she accidentally brushed against something—something decidedly firm.
She jerked her hand back as if electrocuted, stepping back several paces. "I... I didn't mean to!" Quickly, she turned and pretended to go rinse the towel. Once she left, Everett took several deep breaths, trying to will his body to calm down.
It was just a bath, but his body had reacted so easily.
Everett felt embarrassed. He wasn't usually so easily turned on...
It had been quite a while since he'd had sex of any kind, and the warm softness of her touch had made him lose control.
In the bathroom, Dorothy not only rinsed the towel but splashed her face with cold water, trying to cool her burning cheeks.
The thought of accidentally touching Everett's private parts made her wish for a hole to crawl into. What if he thought she was desperate, that she touched him on purpose? "Oh no!" she groaned, covering her face, wishing she could stay in the bathroom forever.
But then, there was a knock at the door. It was Jeffrey and Karen.
Relief washed over Dorothy as she opened the door, but the next second, Karen, with a worried tone, pointed at Dorothy's flushed face. "Dorothy, why is your face so red? Are you running a fever again?" "No, it's not... I'm not..." Dorothy stammered, avoiding eye contact.
Jeffrey was smart enough to realize what might have happened, even without the details. He gently pulled Karen away, signaling her with a look to drop the subject.
What else could be happening with a man and a woman alone in a room? "Why are you pulling me?" Karen rolled her eyes and went to stand behind Dorothy. "Dorothy, I avenged you today! I taught Jeffrey a lesson” Jeffrey snorted, then limped over to Everett's bedside, "I can't believe Heather would do this to you. She's changed so much from the person we knew." Everett didn't even want to mention Heather's name, his brows knitting together. "My parents say she's gone mad." "True! She's been screaming all day where they're holding her. Jonathan said she won't eat anything they give her, insists on eating dirt from the ground.”
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