“I’ve left some clean clothes in the bathroom. If you want, you can take a hot shower and put them on. You’re not going anywhere tonight. And I won’t accept no for an answer.”
I blink and find myself nodding. I decide to trust him, to allow him to be as gentle as I thought he was from the very first moment we met.
The bathroom is small but clean. The stream of water is hot and strong; it crashes over my tired body, making it alive, melting the tension away. I wash myself twice from head to toe, and when I came out of the stall, my skin is flushed from friction and heat. The clothes on the stool turn out to be a large, warm tracksuit. You can’t imagine how wonderful it is to feel the softness of warm, clean garments after days spent in the cold, always wearing the same clothes.