He patted me dry and I even let him dress me. I wasn't sure why. I just . . . I couldn't fight with him. Not right now. When he was done, he sat next to me, mimicking my cross-legged position, and he took my hand.

"Do you trust me?" was his first question. I nodded without hesitation. If nothing else, I trusted him. "Good. That means a lot. And you know that I would never do anything to deliberately upset you or make you feel bad about yourself?"

I nodded again.

He took a deep breath. His cheeks were flushed from the heat of the shower and his lips...