The whole time she was under the glorious hot water, Marian was expecting that door to open. She was expecting to see him in the doorway with wolfish eyes taking her in. She was expecting him to be there and take hold of her.
But, as the seconds ticked on, every one of them tense, it never happened. She relaxed - just slightly - and shampooed her hair. She soaped up her itchy uncomfortable body. She got clean for the first time in weeks.
And then she got out and toweled herself down as quickly as she could, before changing into fresh underwear - oh, what a wonder! - and then into clean clothes.
Then, hair still went, she opened the bathroom door again. He was sitting on the bed and she tensed at the sight of him and came no further into the room.