22. Dreamcatcher.

CARA

I return.

Gently, I bend and start to clean up the mess.

It takes a while, but I finally get all the glass shards and the remaining unmelted pills into the trash bag.

Then, I go back and retrieve the cleaning mop from the open box to use it in wiping off the pool of whiskey on the floor.

The door of the bathroom opens, and I turn around. Dane comes out, fully clothed in a light sleeveless gray shirt and deep burgundy jogger pants.

His hair is damp, with some water droplets falling onto his shirt from the strands. Like sugar moths helplessly drawn to sweet honey, my eyes follow the trails of the droplets.

They soak their paths down and down towards his chest….

“Give me the mop.” His deep voice startles me back to my senses. I tear my eyes away from him and pin them on the mopstick in my hand.

Dear Selene, thank you for not letting him catch me trying to gawk at him—

“Cara?” He calls again. “The mop?”

Oh yeah! He told me to give him the mop….

I stride towards him and hand over the