In the bathroom, Chloé was still having a full-on panic attack.
She was curled up in the bathtub, submerged up to her chin in vanilla-scented bubbles. Her pink hair was tied up in a messy bun that looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.
I'm naked, she thought. I'm naked in Nash Blaze's bathroom.
Well, technically it wasn't just "his" bathroom, but since he bought the place, it felt like his territory. Everything about the room was his.
She dipped her face under the water, blowing bubbles and trying to clear her head. She had given him her clothes, and had lost her bag, and phone. Now, she had nothing but a notebook and a tub of warm water, with Nash just on the other side of the door.
