Hot Naked Guy As A Gift novel Chapter 2

"What is it? Condoms? You know Dad grounded me when he found those in my bathroom? I couldn't leave the house for a week." He chuckles and nudges me to open the box. I pull the bow off, the lid and stare at what's inside, pushing away the tears.

"You like it? I know how you wear Mom's charm bracelet all the time and you don't have many charms for it so I figured I'd get you one that'd remind you of Mom." I grin up at him, holding out my wrist and the small silver charm. A ballerina, Mom was a ballerina before the crash, Shawn knew I'd always wanted to be a dancer too, but I'd never had the coordination for it.

"I love it, thank you. Its real silver isn't it, Shawn this must have cost a fortune." (A/N I don't know how much charms are worth or if they're made of real silver or whatever so this is probably wrong.)

"Nah, I figured I'd get you something you'd really love so you wouldn't call me a cheap ass again." He looks at his watch, grimaces and gives me a hug, again. "Dammit, I gotta go. I got work in the morning and with Tessa on bed rest I gotta get, Bradley from school. Happy birthday, squirt, love you." He hollers working his way back through the crowd and out the door before I can yell back at him.

This is our tradition, as sucky as it is, its all either of us have time for. One night a year, for, a couple of hours if we're lucky, a little bit we visit each other. I hate it, but its all Dad will allow.

"Hey Anna! We're gonna go, thanks for the booze!" A couple yells from the door, leading the others out, with similar calls. No one says happy birthday, no one knows its my birthday, no one cares that its my birthday and this is the way I want it.

I don't bother calling a cab for people like I told Eva I was gonna do. Its not gonna be my fault if the drunks crash, they should know better by now. Instead, I stare out the kitchen window at the moon, my hands itching to draw it. I'm not a good artist but that doesn't stop me from drawing, even when everyone tells me I should.

"Ari? You alright, girlie?" I nod, watching Eva and her date carry Nessa out of the house, not saying goodbye when they leave. Eva knows today was my birthday and she knows how much I hate it, so she says nothing about it.

What color would his eyes be if they were open? Dear Lord, the poor guy has been passed out for 3 hours and I'm sitting here wondering what color his eyes are? What's wrong with me? Well, I guess at least this way my eyes aren't wandering south anymore. Urgh, I'm such a pervert, maybe I should have taken Eva's advice and gotten some when I had the chance. Oh well, too late to worry about that now, what I should be worrying about is what I'm going to tell my father when he comes home and finds a naked man in my bed. And let me tell you it was not easy getting his ass up here, either.

First off, its like this guy is rock solid and weighs just as much. And second, Charlie kept growing at him, trying to bite him whenever she could get close enough without me in the way. For some reason my dog does not like anything with a dick, and where she got that from I have no idea. Besides, its not like he's actually done anything that could have her reacting this way, I've never seen this guy before in my life and I think I would have remembered him if I had.

"What am I gonna do when Dad gets home, girl?" Charlie lifts her head off of the armrest of the chair she's laying in and whines at me, eyes darting, nervously, back to the limp body in my bed. "Charlie he's unconscious, he's harmless." I hope.

I'd managed to clean most of the cuts on his arms and legs, but the slashes on his back and the bullet hole in his chest look like they need real medical attention. I should just call the hospital and let the EMTs deal with this, but something's telling me not to involve them and its freaking me out. What if this guy dies because I didn't call someone who actually knew what they were doing? I'd never be able to live with the guilt and my dad would just add that up to something else I've failed at.