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I
catch
it
,
bemused
.
“
Put
that
on
and
get
into
bed
,
”
he
snaps
,
irritated
.
I
frown
but
decide
to
humor
him
.
Turning
my
back
,
I
quickly
remove
my
bra
,
pulling
the
T
-
shirt
on
as
hastily
as
I
can
to
cover
my
nakedness
.
I
leave
my
panties
on
;
I
haven
’
t
worn
them
for
most
of
the
evening
.
“
I
need
the
bathroom
.
”
My
voice
is
a
whisper
.
He
frowns
,
bemused
.
“
Now
you
’
re
asking
permission
?
”
“
Er
…
no
.
”
“
Anastasia
,
you
know
where
the
bathroom
is
.
Today
,
at
this
point
in
our
strange
arrangement
,
you
don
’
t
need
my
permission
to
use
it
.
”
He
cannot
hide
his
irritation
.
He
shrugs
out
of
his
shirt
,
and
I
scoot
into
the
bathroom
.
I
stare
at
myself
in
the
over
-
large
mirror
,
shocked
that
I
still
look
the
same
.
After
all
that
I
’
ve
done
today
,
it
’
s
still
the
same
ordinary
girl
gaping
back
at
me
.
What
did
you
expect
—
that
you
’
d
grow
horns
and
a
little
pointy
tail
?
my
subconscious
snaps
at
me
.
And
what
the
hell
are
you
doing
?
Touching
is
his
hard
limit
.
Too
soon
,
you
idiot
.
He
needs
to
walk
before
he
can
run
.
My
subconscious
is
furious
,
Medusa
-
like
in
her
anger
,
hair
flying
,
her
hands
clenched
around
her
face
like
in
Edvard
Munch
’
s
The
Scream
.
I
ignore
her
,
but
she
won
’
t
climb
back
into
her
box
.
You
are
making
him
mad
—
think
about
all
that
’
s
he
’
s
said
,
all
he
’
s
conceded
.
I
scowl
at
my
reflection
.
I
need
to
be
able
to
show
him
affection
—
then
perhaps
he
can
reciprocate
.
I
shake
my
head
,
resigned
,
and
grasp
Christian
’
s
toothbrush
.
My
subconscious
is
right
,
of
course
.
I
’
m
rushing
him
.
He
’
s
not
ready
and
neither
am
I
.
