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him. I felt hot despite the shivers claiming my body. “You have three minutes, love. A second longer and I’m coming in behind you.”
    “I don’t have a watch,” I protested.
    “You don’t need one.” He stated factually, nipping my earlobe. “Get your business over with quick and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”
    I nodded crisply. “Yes, Calix.”
    Without looking back, I moved into the bathroom. The door wasn’t swinging closed fast enough behind me, so I kicked it. Before it latched shut, I swore I heard Calix laugh. Crossing the tiled floor, I disappeared into one of three stalls. I hadn’t been lying when I said I had to pee. My bladder felt as though it was seconds from bursting now that there was a toilet in sight, and I didn’t waste any time pulling my skirt up and lowering myself. As I peed, I felt tears mist in my eyes. Balling up a piece of tissue, I wiped my tears away before finishing my business. I flushed, opened the door and moved to the sink. I turned on the water and it seemed to take forever for it to warm, but I used it regardless. I washed my hands before splashing my face.
    My eyes were puffy from the crying intervals I’d suffered since the men woke me in the night. I didn’t know how many hours had passed, but I assumed it had been around six or seven. The sun was high in the sky, but I’d noticed people sipping coffee in the diner. So I didn’t figure it could be too late into the day. Pulling a piece of paper towel from the dispenser, I wiped down my hands and face. I looked a ruin. My creamy skin, a soft tan color, looked paler than usual. My brown eyes were dark, the whites red. My mother had always said my eyes were my best feature, and I agreed. I loved my eyes, the color of spun gold. But today, they looked like dirt.
    My dark hair was messy. The soft waves framed my face haphazardly. I was pretty. That was something I had never denied. I had great genes and I had a knack for eating healthy, so my body was tight. My only fault was my height. I was a short five foot two. Most people, male and female, towered over me. I was always looking up, and although that had never bothered me before, I absolutely despised the thought of looking up at Calix. He was a massive six foot four and if I wanted to stare into those hypnotic eyes of his when he spoke, I had no choice but to look up at him.
    I sighed heavily, chewing the inside of my cheek as I stared at myself in the mirror. Why was I thinking of Calix now? Why was I thinking of him in my moment alone? Surely, for the rest of my life, I would long to be away from him.
    A tap sounded against the door and I jumped, remembering my three minutes. As soon as I thought about leaving the small sanctuary of this bathroom, my heart raced and I felt queasy. The door opened and Calix stood beneath the threshold.
    “Your time is up, love.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes taking me in.
    “I’m just finishing.” I didn’t turn to look at him. Meeting his eyes in the mirror was enough for me. Even looking at them indirectly made my blood warm and my heart race. “I was washing my face.”
    “You’re beautiful.” He stated as though I was fishing for a compliment. I wanted to knock him on the side of the head.
    “Can I have another minute?” I asked quietly, looking into the bowl of the sink.
    He shook his head. “Already trying to bend my limits.”
    “Is that a no?” I peeked up at him.
    “Come,” he held his hand out to me and I knew his answer without him having to voice it. “We’ll have breakfast while we’re here.”
    “I’m not hungry.” I looked down at the sink, wishing I could slide like the pebbles of water down the drain. I wanted to escape him.
    He cocked his head to the side. “I know you are.”
    “You don’t know a thing about me.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong.” I thought for a moment that he was about to step into the washroom with me. The thought had my cheeks stained red.