Chapter sixty three

He walked her out of the bedroom and into the bright hallway. The lights were coming from small fixtures high on the walls.

The hallway was surprisingly very long. This is to show how big his house is. The floor was smooth dark wood, cool under her bare feet. The walls were painted a clean grey, with a few simple paintings hanging here and there in abstract colors, they were nothing too personal.

They walked past several doors on both sides. Some were closed tight, handles shining in the light. Charlotte wondered what was behind them. Could be store rooms full of old things. Or guest rooms with big beds and fresh sheets. Or extra bathrooms with shiny tiles. Or maybe just normal empty rooms. She didn’t know. She didn’t ask. She just let Johnny lead her quietly, his warm hand resting lightly on her lower back, guiding her forward.

Every step made her more aware of the towel around her body. It was the only thing she wore. It was soft and thick, but very short and stopping mid-thigh, an