Chapter 40: The Bathroom

Nixon Walker caught a glimpse of the color beneath her clothes. Black. Her strap had slid down her arm, as if she hadn't even had a second to fix it. She flung herself against him, wrapped her arms around him, and squirmed against him, fumbling as if searching for something she'd lost. "I want it… I need it…" "What do you want?" Nixon pushed her out of the spray, grabbed a bathrobe from the shelf, and wrapped it around her. "What's going on with you?" Briana Lyson said nothing. She just clung...