“Are you seriously feeling threatened by me wearing a towel?”
“Not at all.”
My answer came out sharper than I intended.
I set my mug on the counter hard enough that the ceramic clicked against the stone.
Kayla tilted her head.
“Then what is this really about?”
That expression irritated me more than the question. She looked genuinely curious, as though we were discussing some strange insecurity of mine instead of a boundary I’d already explained more than once…. Continue Reading ⬇️