Brooke eyed him nervously, listening to his command. She looked between him and the space beside him on the bed, wishing she could just run, even if she was only wearing a towel. But she couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her. She nibbled her lip. How could he be acting so calmly about all this? She was so close to falling apart, and he was just sitting there as though nothing had happened.
Slowly, she made her way over to him and perched on the bed beside him, looking down at the floor, the towel still wrapped around her.