"I cannot tell you everything right now, Annie. As much as you want that. I can't."
I sighed. "I'm trapped here. With nowhere to go, Ethan. The least you can do is tell me more. Please."
I thought he wasn't going to break. I thought he was going to shut me out and keep secrets like he had been doing since yesterday.
I was wrong.
"I will tell you of the bond. Of the main reason why you are here. Will that satisfy you, petal?"
Wow. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was better than nothing. I'd take it. "I guess."
He barked out a laugh. "You guess?"
There was nothing funny about this. I glared.
He quieted down once he noticed that I wasn't joining in on the laughter. "I am not laughing at you, Luna."
"Annie," I corrected.
"No," he said. "Luna. My Luna. Now, I will tell you. But I want you bathed first."
Without warning, he lifted me from the counter and simultaneously pulled open the white curtain of the large bathtub. He gently lowered me inside-fully clothed.
"Get undressed here. You cannot fall, as you are already in the tub. I will place a towel here," he said, gesturing to the toilet's closed lid, "along with some clean clothing. I am sorry that they aren't new, but I made sure they were clean for you. I promise that once you are better, I will take you shopping for your own clothes. My treat for you, Luna. No limit."
I swear, I gaped. That's all I seemed to do since he took me. "You...what?"
He smiled, revealing that damn dimple again. "Shopping," he repeated. "You can choose whatever your heart desires."
I gulped. "Really?"
"Yes. Really. Now bathe. I will be right outside that door. It will be unlocked for safety reasons. I will explain soon ." He lowered himself to press a kiss to my forehead before grabbing a towel from a cabinet below the sinks and placing it on the lid. He winked before closing the door and leaving me alone.
I sighed deeply, letting all my muscles relax. It felt good to be alone. Truly alone with enough time to gather my thoughts. I striped my clothing carefully and slowly, wincing a few times as I moved. When I was finally done, I turned the knob and had to mess with it a little to not only get the water out but make it hot and steaming. My muscles needed it. My feet did not.
I winced again and groaned lowly when they burned through the gauze. But I honestly welcomed the pain. It reminded me that this was real. That this experience was not a figment of my imagination.
I waited until the big tub filled and shut off the running water. I sat back and washed myself. Ethan's soap smelled like him, only less potent. It seemed that his natural scent was much better when used in conjunction with the soap. I liked using it, nonetheless. His shampoo and conditioner were masculine in scent. With all of his male products, I assumed that the bathroom was solely his. Not a feminine product in sight.
If he did have any feminine products, I'm not sure how I would take it. Surely, he had other women...right? Someone as handsome and godly as himself had to have pleasurable moments with the opposite sex...right?
That thought made me mumble a vile curse. I didn't want to think of him with another woman. It made my skin crawl. I hurried to wash myself and rinsed in the water, letting my head dunk underneath it. When I was finished, the water was soapy and filled with bubbles that smelled like him.
I released the plug from the drain and waited until the water was gone before rinsing off again. Once I was bubble free, I grabbed the towel and dried myself as best as I could. I wrapped the towel around my torso and realized that Ethan didn't put a spare set of clothes for me in here.
I groaned again. Shit.
"Ethan?" I called out. I didn't mean to say his name so lowly. I just wasn't sure if I wanted him to come pick me up with a mere towel covering my naked body.
I waited.
I was about to call out for him again-this time, louder-when there was a soft knock on the door. "Annie? You okay?"
Damn. How did he hear that? I said it quietly. "I need clothes."
He opened the door without asking for admittance and approached me. Before I could protest, he scooped me up -towel and all-and carried me to the room, where he set me down on the edge of the mattress. I was breathing heavily at the contact of my bare skin on his bare chest. He was too. We were affecting each other so strangely, that I grew embarrassed and felt my face flush with heat.
"Clothes are beside you," he said, huskily. "I'll give you some space."
He left without another word and closed the door behind him. I exhaled sharply and looked at the clothes, feeling better that he wasn't here to witness my embarrassment. I wondered why he gave me my privacy now, when he was so against it before. Perhaps he was more than affected by our heated touching?
I removed the towel and put on another flannel shirt.
His
flannel shirt. This one was green plaid. I lowered my head to sniff it. It smelled so good. I worked on the pants next. Which were also his. Sweatpants to be exact. These were grey. I had to tie them at my waist tightly several times due to them being large.