“Don’t know.” I pushed myself to sit up, parts of my body screaming at me for having fallen asleep on the floor like a toddler.
Last I remembered, I had been working on the lists. I had finished washing all the bedding, too. And I wasn’t tired, or I hadn’t thought so anyway.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came home early,” Sabastian said, a tiny bit amused, helping me to stand. My legs wobbled, forgetting how to work for a moment. But that was all forgotten as he pulled me into a hug.
I hummed, my brain slow to wake up.
“I’m assuming you didn’t eat lunch. Again.”
I slowly shook my head while breathing the man in.
He hadn’t taken a shower yet, and sweat coated the front of his shirt in places. To most people that would probably be gross. But it only enhanced his smell, one that I didn’t want to admit to liking.
“You’ve been busy today. Washing the bed, I noticed.”
I nodded, leaning more into his hold. My brain was trying to go all fuzzy again while in his hold. It’d beso easy to just let him tell me what to do, and I’d follow him around wherever he went as long as he kept me in his hold.
He pulled back a few minutes later, and I couldn’t help but look up at him.
Never before had I felt strong enough to look at another person. Sir hated it when I looked at him. He’d hit, punch, or something that’d remind me of my place.
Sabastian was just as nice-looking as he was in personality. Slightly tanned face, as if he was outside every single day. A small dusting of dark freckles across the bridge of his nose, which was between two soft brown eyes. Eyes that hadn’t looked at me in horror or disgust.
Why did he likeme?I was ugly when standing next to him. Messy hair, clean skin, normal colored eyes. I was….just not attractive in my own eyes, that’s for sure.
“And wearing my clothes again, too.” His eyes traveled up and down me, like he was taking every bit of me into his memory.
Was I supposed to be sorry about that? “Uh…sorry?”
I wasn’t sorry. I liked his clothes. They kept me sane and calm when he wasn’t around. I could have at least put some sort of bottoms on, though. But his clothes went past my butt easily, so I hadn’t exactly seen the point.
“You’re adorable.” He bopped a finger lightly against my nose, causing me to startle.
He shook his head, sort of amused. His eyes were light with humor, so unlike what Sir always looked at me like.
“I’m going to go get a shower. There’s a bag of something on the bed for you. A little birdy let it slip that there’s a certain boy who didn’t like the underwear I got them.”
I blushed, ducking my head. “They’re…fine.”
“Nope. They weren’t fine if you didn’t like them. I should have figured that out since someone doesn’t wear them unless told anyhow.”
I lifted a shoulder. I think I would go without them either way. But that wasn’t worth speaking my thoughts on. So, I followed the man to the bedroom. While he went to the bathroom, I went to the bed, finding the black bag.
Opening it, I reached my hand in. My skin came into contact with soft cotton. Much softer than the ones I had in the drawer.
Pulling out the first set, they were pale colors, and I wanted to try them on. They felt soft, as did the seams along where my legs would go.
The next pair were silky and smooth. My fingers rubbed along the front before I pulled them to my cheek. My eyes widened, feeling how cool the material was.
The third pair were similar to the first, pale and soft, but more like shorts. And the last pair were the kind that had the part that went up my crack, so I put them aside.
If Sabastian was as nice as he kept saying he was, maybe he’d not make me wear those. I’d rather suffer with scratchy underwear over those any day.
Carefully taking off the tags, I set each pair to the side. I mentally thought if there was enough laundry in the bathroom to start a load. I knew I had plenty of time to.
“What do you think?”
I jumped, turning to face Sabastian quickly while my heart picked up speed.
