She can feel a certain part of her body become excited, and she knows the wetness isn't just from her period. She wants to kick herself for responding so shamelessly to his touch. She wants to scream at him to make him stop, but someone is knocking on the door.
"Mr. Howel, the clothes are here," says Robert.
Evan picks up the clothes and hands them to her before leaving her alone in the small room. After a few minutes, the clerk returns carrying a paper bag. Your boyfriend said that you might have trouble getting dressed because of your injury and he asked me to help you. Also, I've brought you some supplies to deal with your period. Avery sighs.
"I can see that he cares about you," the clerk says.
"Can you?" Avery asks, surprised, "How can you tell?"
"He looked so scared when he carried you in here. We all thought that you'd been in some horrible accident from his expression," the clerk said, "We were afraid you were dying."
