With a sly smirk, Catrina tiptoed to the end of the bed and grabbed the towel. His thoughts practically screamed at her and she felt her thighs getting wet from her now dripping core. Drying off her body first and then squeezing it around her hair, she walked around to him. Daintily, she picked up her foot and nudged him on the back as she kept trying to dry her hair.<br/><br/>"hey...." she said as she pushed on his shoulder with her toes. She put her foot back down and wrapped the towel around her, "I'm decent. You can look now." She smiled and looked down at the floor before glancing back at him.<br/><br/>He seemed as if he didn't want to respond to her. He should be on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness and explaining to her what had happened, though she had guessed most of it from his thoughts. Catrina tried to forget about what happened and to forgive him. And she did- forgive him, that is. But it was hard to forget. She was reminded of the blind hatred in his eyes and she suddenly found herself walking backwards away from him.<br/><br/>The back of her legs hit the chair behind her and she sat down on it. Catrina tried to get into his mind to hear what he was thinking, but she couldn't.<br/><em><br/>I know what you are, Akira</em>, she said to him in her thoughts. They were similar in the way that they were different. Perhaps this was why she was so attracted to him, because he was different from everyone else and that they might find companionship in one another. But after what happened, she wasn't sure if that was possible. He'd taken away the only person that had actually understood what she was going through and accepted it all. Catrina felt she'd never find that again.<br/><br/>"Look at me," she said quietly but with solid determination in her voice.