Page 30 of Catching the Kot'oll Driver

It’s all Grihul’s fault. I could only think about my pussy and thus...

I toss shampoo to my hair, getting done with the business. At least I’ll be fresh and clean after this.

The warm water is good. The rustling sound of water calms me. I’m on a foreign spaceship, but the sound of water feels like home. Water is water and sounds almost the same, regardless.

Someone’s knocking. I flinch and wrap my arms around my body.

Did I hear a thing? Who’s... I suppose it’s Grihul.

“Kendra! Are you inside?” He hammers at the door. “Where are you?”

“I’m taking a shower! I’m not your prisoner!” My heart hammers in my chest. Even though he saw my naked body already, I don’t want him here.

“Hey! I was just worried when I didn’t see you in the room.”

Ah... Maybe it has to do with how we fought over the bed. “I’ll be back there soon!”

“Okay... Talk to me when you’re ready or when you want to. I’ll be in the driving seat.”

“Okay.” I doubt that’ll happen soon. I’m not sure whether I’m ever going to be ready. Worse, it means that the power is still down. Is the weather that bad outside? So bad that the team can’t even work at all? I think this place is right under the hospitals on the priority list.

I make sure I’ve washed away all body wash and shampoo before I turn the water off. I’m dripping water, but the motivation to finish my shower is gone. I should dry myself before I catch a cold.

It’s just a button away, but I don’t want to do that.

What’s wrong with me? Can I also blame this on Grihul?

He interrupted my shower, so I guess it’s still his fault.

Regardless, I take a breath, pressing the button for the blow dryer. Lucky for me, the operation of this spaceship is almost the same as what I used to have.

A warm wind comes from above, almost like the shower water itself. I run my fingers through my hair, spreading them so it will dry quicker.

It doesn’t take long before I’m good to go. All I have to do is put on clothes, then I can be back on the bed, fresh and clean.

But my arms are heavy, and I don’t want to move. Is something wrong with me?

I feel my forehead. It isn’t burning or even hot. Maybe I’m just tired.

“Grihul...” I know he won’t hear me, but...

My vision blurs. I rub my eyes to find tears. I...

Where’s he when I kind of want him around?

“Grihul...?” My voice is a mere murmur. He should be at the dashboard, so he won’t hear me at all. He won’t even be able to hear me if he is right outside of the door. I’m just too tired to do anything.

Someone knocks on the door. I flinch and stare at the door. The misty glass blocks the door from my sight, but it is over there and...

There’s no way he can hear me, right?

He knocks again. “Are you fine? Talk to me.”

I open my mouth, but I can’t get the words out of me.

The door slides open and he comes in. “What’s happening?”

He pushes the glass door of the showering area to the side. I’m on the floor. I don’t feel like standing and I almost don’t realize I slid down onto the floor.

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