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"You can look at me now," she whispered.
"Is it all right if I don't?" I asked.
Her laugh came easily. "Of course it is. Just ride the endorphins," she said, and rocked me, blanket and all, wet, hot face and all.
And for a little while, the world and all its problems went away.
I came to feeling utterly disgusted with myself. This wasn't me. No matter how much I needed Cole or thought I did, or how much I wanted to find a way out of the shit I'd fallen into.
Kat seemed to understood. I did look at her then, pure self defense on my part. If I was going to wake up in a stranger's arms, I was at least going to know what they looked like in case I ran into them again.
She was pretty. Dark hair falling softly around her face. Her eyes had a glint of steel in them and I had no doubt she was the person who had wielded the flogger. But there was kindness there too and that might have undone me if I hadn't just grunted, said a brusque thank you and gotten up.
I was still half dressed, which was a given once I thought about it. I kept the blanket pulled around me until I found my clothes, because now I was self conscious. Someone showed me where to change. Maybe other people had some weird version of buyer’s remorse when they came to.
By the time I'd gotten my boots on again, my bra and t-shirt, by the time I'd checked through the limited amount of personal ID and cash I'd brought with me, the ID a fake – there are advantages to dealing with scum on a daily basis; you learn things – Kat had disappeared. Maybe to make it less awkward. Maybe feeling rebuffed.
Maybe she just had something else to do. I was both grateful she'd left, and sad not to see her again. I didn't want to consider that second emotion too closely.
