Because the shower was not only a place to get wet and naked but also the safest room to talk in, it was clear that Henry not only wanted to get clean again.
After we entered, I pulled my shirt over my head, hearing Henry's heartbeat accelerate. When I took off my pants, I could clearly hear it skipping a few beats.
Instead of starting to speak about what I wanted to talk about, I suddenly had the urge to remind him of something.
"I won't let you fuck me, ever." I said while turning around to him.
No matter what happened, I couldn't lie down and get fucked, becoming a woman and changing my sex; I can't do that, no matter how many visions showed me otherwise.
Henry was already naked, looking breathtaking in all his glory, though I made a point not to look at his best part.
"I know." He looked at the floor with a nod, a chuckle playing on his lips before he turned on the water and met my gaze, extending his hand to me.
I grabbed his wrist and let him pull me under the water.
