Sweet Liar
Justin nodded and stepped into the bathroom as Natalie let him in.
Inside the confined space, she felt a wave of hesitation wash over her. Should I have done this outside instead?
"Turn around," she heard him say.
She looked at him. His gaze was calm and steady, like still water. Without saying a word, she turned around, allowing him to stand behind her and looked at him through the large mirror over the washbasin counter.
Just as his hands reached for the zipper, she moved forward slightly and said, "Maybe… close your eyes when you unzip it."
She didn't want him to see her exposed back.
"How am I supposed to see what's wrong with the zipper if I close my eyes?"
He had a point. She glanced at him through the mirror, her nervousness visible on her face. Seeing her expression, Justin spoke again, "Turn around."
She hesitated, offering him a questioning look through the mirror. "What do you mean?"