#Chapter64
Eventually, the pain rippling through me eased enough that I could stand without wanting to double over. Darius quickly washed while I grabbed my towel. Despite being mortified at the situation I found myself in, Darius didn’t seem as horrified as I would have expected.
He wrapped a towel around his waist before removing his briefs and tossing them in the washing hamper. Kalen had set out some clothes for me on the counter, and I moved toward them while Darius looked below the counter, rummaging around before pulling out a face washer. He tore it in half before folding it.
/"Not ideal, but it will do until I can get you in town. Or maybe rolled-up toilet paper?/" he said, holding up the torn face washer. I nodded, my cheeks flaming. But hey, at least he was resourceful.
/"Get changed. I will meet you in the room,/" Darius said before walking out.
