#Chapter 205 – Tough Conversations

About forty-five minutes later, Kent helps me to my feet. My legs are still shaky, but Kent stands close by as I brush my teeth and gargle mouthwash. “I don’t know about all this,” I murmurs, glancing up at him and feeling awkward as I dab at my mouth with a clean hand towel. “What do you mean?” he asks, peering down at me. “This new intimacy,” I say, wrinkling m nose a little as I look up at him. “Kent, our entire relationship – or whatever it is –“ “Relationship,” he says instantly, with a sharp nod. “Fine,” I say, waving a hand and brushing it off. “You’ve kept me at arm’s length. The bodily realities of our lives have been mysteries – I’ve never even seen you shower. And now we’re living in close quarters, and you’re watching me barf? Standing over me as I brush my teeth?” “What?” he asks, smirking a little. “Do you want me to move to the cabin next door? Give you your privacy?” “No,” I say, growling a little and taking a step closer – hating, categorically, the idea of him