Zique stepped out of the bathroom as naked as the very day he had been born. A towel was in his hand and he had it in his hair, drying the wet locks as much as he could.

His steps led him down the hall and then into his room where Kiara was still sitting. Her eyes did not meet his, they avoided him entirely. “It’s your turn now.”

Kiara nodded, standing to her feet. “Okay.”

As she walked out of the room, Zique walked over to his closet, throwing the towel somewhere on his bed. Was she still on a