Page 82 of Home With You

"It's over, Miles." She turns and gets out of bed, taking the sheet with her to cover herself. "I don't want to talk about it."

She finds her t-shirt on the floor and slips it on.

"Raine, wait." I quickly get up and stop her before she goes downstairs.

She glances down at my naked body. "You should probably put clothes on. People will see you with all the windows."

"I don't give a shit." I hold both her arms and look at her. "I need to know what happened."

"I'm not telling you." She tries to go around me but I block her. "Miles, get out of my way."

"Not until you tell me."

"You don't need to know. It's over."

"It's not over! That asshole needs to pay for whatever he did to you!"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you'd react this way. Now let me go. I need to shower."

"Will you talk to me after you shower?"

She doesn't answer as she pushes past me to go down the stairs. Moments later I hear the shower running.

Why won't she tell me anything? You can't drop a bomb like that and then not explain what happened. Some asshole tried to kill her? What does that mean exactly? Did he threaten her, or did he really try to kill her? Either way, I want to hunt him down and make him pay for whatever he did to her.

I get dressed and go down to the dryer to get her clothes. I bring them to the bathroom and knock on the door.

"Raine, I have your clothes."

She opens the door, wrapped in a towel, her hair wet. "Thanks." She takes the clothes from me.

"Mind if I use the shower?"

She steps aside. "It's all yours."

"You won't leave, right? While I'm showering?"

"Not if you promise to stop asking me about my ex."

I look at her with frustration, not wanting to agree to her request but knowing she'll leave if I don't.

"Okay, fine. Just don't go, okay?"

She steps out of the bathroom and when she closes the door behind her, I'm not convinced she'll stick around. I take a quick shower, then hurry out of the bathroom to check if she's still there. I find her upstairs, looking out the window at the city skyline.

"You like living here?" she asks.

"So far I do." I walk behind her, wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. She's already dressed, wearing the clothes I gave her from the dryer.

"I wouldn't want to live downtown," she says, still staring out the window.

"Where do you want to live?"

She turns to me. "I don't know. I used to think I wanted a house in the suburbs. A nice two story with a big yard for a dog and maybe a couple kids someday."

"But you don't want that now?"

"No." She walks past me to the bed and sits down.

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