CHAPTER 92

I saw his shoulders deflate and he knelt in front of me. He pried the loofah out of my clenched fingers and the moment I lost their comfort I started to cry. I hate how I'm crying over every single thing. 'Please don't cry," he whispered. 'Give it to me." 'I can't, baby you know I can't." A scream clawed out of my throat and he placed his forehead on my stomach in defeat. 'Don't do this to me Logan please," I resorted to begging, 'I need to get if off." 'I'm sorry." He whispered 'I just want to be clean." I pleaded with him, 'Please don't do this to me." He squeezed the corner of my stomach for a second and lifted his head. When he opened his eyes a certain redness was seeping into the rims- he's crying. Why is he crying? 'There's nothing on you," his voice was so soft, 'You're clean, you're perfectly clean." I shook my head, 'It's all over me." 'There's nothing over you," he assured me. 'It's everywhere; on the outside and the inside." I decided to use my hands to scrub i