The Caught Luna novel Chapter 8

Although I was nearly finished with the large plate of eggs, I knew I was still hungry. I just nodded my head slightly at Kieran and turned back to the plate.

I slowly picked up a small piece of bacon, turned my head toward Kieran, and slowly bit off a piece of it. He just gave me a small nod before walking over to the sink full of now dirty dishes and began washing them.

I ate almost all of the food. Half way through the second plate, I couldn't seem to eat much more. Marilyn took the opportunity to munch on whatever was left over once I told Kieran I was full. He seemed a bit weary of me, but let it slide once I asked about having a shower.

He led me to the room I was in when I woke up. I wanted to ask who the room belonged to, but I already had a pretty good idea. The room just screamed Kieran.

He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. At least I knew that the room wasn't Marilyn's.

I followed him as he opened a door across from the door that we entered the room and walked inside. As I assumed, it was a bathroom. It wasn't extremely fancy, but it still seemed to amaze me how he managed to have such a nice house at his age. He only looked a bit older than me.

"Here," he said handing me the clothes, "you'll have to wear these until Marilyn kind find something suitable for you to wear or I get you some clothing." I took the clothes from his hand and nodded. I suppose he took that as his cue to leave.

"Wait," the words came tumbling out of my mouth before I had time to stop myself. He stopped and turned to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed together. "I-I-uh-thanks," I said making my cheeks flush red again, "for the-uh-shower-and the food," I added quickly. Something flashed in his eyes as a small smile graced his godly face. Without another word, he left the room.

I smiled to myself. I was allowed. It wasn't a crime. I felt comfortable here which was odd. Sure I didn't feel extremely safe, but I didn't feel different which made me feel happy. I'd rather feel uncomfortable over unwanted any day.

Getting into the shower had to have been the best part of my day so far, mostly because no one was there to bother or intimidate me. I didn't wash my hair once, but three times actually. I even washed every inch of my body twice. I really wanted to shave, like really wanted to, but there wasn't a razor so of course I snooped for one.

I left the shower running as I stepped out. I wrapped a towel around my body before opening an drawer I could find. The first drawer just had wash cloths and towels, but I did find what I was looking for in the second drawer...and a bit more.

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