Troy had flopped on his back, his side, and to his back again more times than Camryn could count, but she didn't dare move from her spot on the bed. Her legs were going numb, but she didn't care. For some reason, some idiotic and irritating reason, she couldn't hold her tongue or maintain her sanity around him. Her defense mechanisms threw up mental blocks whenever they were alone. Nothing worked.

She could smell his soap. He'd showered after her most recent humiliation, which ...