Chapter 115

(Emily's POV)

"I need to pee," I tell him again as he forgot.

"You can do it with the door open," he says.

I glare at him, in a stand-off between his stubbornness and my throbbing bladder.

I can only last a few seconds. I drop my pants and sit down on the toilet, letting go. The pee comes thundering out, with more pain than relief.

Oliver stands in the doorway, watching me. There's a tiny smile at the corner of his mouth. His eyes look hooded and pleased.

I wish he would turn the fuck around and give me some privacy. Or at the very least, I wish I wasn't peeing for so long. It seems to go on forever, and it's fucking humiliating.

He's right, though, if he'd left me alone in the bathroom, I would have climbed out the window in five seconds.

When I'm finished at last, I pull up my pants and wash my hands, wiping them dry again on my clothes, since there aren't any towels.

Oliver watches this too, with a scowling expression. I think he's looking at the cast again. Then I realize he's act