Chapter 38: Beau

The moment they were gone, I found myself overwhelmed and in the need of getting away. Sure, Hendrix was being nice, some would even venture to say sweet, but with the yo-yoing he dished out daily, I was confused.

One minute, I wanted to hug him.

Then the next, toss him from a cliff.

So, after saying goodbye, I retreated into the bathroom and took the fastest shower known to man. Didn't give him a second of my time, or he'd try to invite himself along.

Ten minutes of waiting him out - I combed my hair and put on lotion - while the man was slamming drawers on the other side of the door. By the fifteen-minute mark, he called out that he'd shower in the guest bathroom down the hall before stomping out in haste.

I could hear the annoyance in his tone, and it made me smile.

"Thank you, Christ," I breathed while poking my head out the door. The coast was clear. "Now to get dressed before he comes back."

In a past life, I must've been a ninja of some sort, because I was dressed in a tiny pair