The Water Won't Work

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As he laid on my bed, I began removing all of my vampire books. I didn't want him to see them and be offended in anyway.

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

I carried them to the bookshelf downstairs and began placing them in the corner where they would be left alone. I glanced at the Twilight Saga and chuckled to myself.

I went back up to my room and he was still sitting on my bed. He looked up at me with a questioning expression.

"This is your bed."

I nodded.

"Where will I, uh, sleep?"

I felt my face drain and I stood there shocked. I hadn't thought about that. I just knew that he had to be in my room. Figuring out where he slept was an unexpected problem.

I went to my closet and pulled out a pile of blankets. I laid them neatly on the floor, leaving one on the side. Placing a pillow in the midst of the blankets, I pointed to them.

"Lay on those. Your head goes that. Cover yourself with that if you get cold." He nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Do you want to shower first?"

He smiled that beautiful smile and nodded again.

He doesn't like talking, I guess.

"I don't have much to say," his voice was soft, a concept I was not used to. Ethan's voice was loud and sometimes harsh. Mom's was caring, but never soft. Wil's up until now had been deep and nonchalant. The softness was uncharacteristic.

Wait. I didn't say that out loud.

"No, you didn't."

It finally clicked in my head. He's a vampire, and he can read my mind. I should probably be careful about that, then.

Cocking a brow, he nodded his head toward my bathroom, "Can I borrow a towel?"

I mentally facepalmed and stood up. I let him into my bathroom and grabbed a towel from the closet. I set it on the counter and left him to clean himself up.

I closed the door behind me and sat on my bed, picking up the book I'd been trying to finish since yesterday. I opened it to the page I'd left off and read quietly for a few minutes.

I was still reading when my bathroom door opened and a flush-faced Wil came into view. The defeated look on his face almost made me laugh.


"I need some assistance," he said, disappearing back into the bathroom. I set my book down and went to the door, opening it slowly.

Wil stood, in all his naked glory, glaring at my shower as if it had insulted him. I yelped before grabbing the towel from the counter and wrapping it around him.

I couldn't decide how to tell him that he couldn't stand in my bathroom naked with me there, so I just left it alone.

"It won't work," he pointed at my shower nozzle, and I almost laughed. He was completely serious.

"You have to pull it to get the water going. Then you turn it left for hotter water, and right for colder water.  Understand?"

I watched him pull the nozzle with one hand, the other still grasping the towel I placed around him. Once the water was on he twisted it all the way left and smiled at me.

"Thank you," he said before jumping into the shower with the towel still wrapped around him. Seconds passed before he was out again, rubbing his scalded skin, the towel now on the ground.

This time I couldn't stifle my laughter. I laughed hard and loud before finally straightening myself and helping him again.

I got him a new towel and decided to just leave it on the counter and avoid looking at him. I turned the nozzle to the right a little and put my hand under the water. I turned in more and repeated the motion until the water was warm.

"Try it now," I pointed to the shower, my gaze still turned away from him.

Wil stepped into the shower and stayed this time, thanking me once more. I nodded and then left the room, closing the door behind me.

Laughing to myself, grabbed some night clothes and went to the downstairs bathroom. I started some music while I turned on the water.

I stepped under the stream, grabbing the soap and humming along to the cheerful tune coming through my speaker.

I washed my body and never stopped humming to my music. I rinsed my body and shampooed my hair. After conditioning it, I rinsed again and turned of the water.

I dried my body and hair before moisturizing and getting dressed for bed. I walked back up the stairs to my room and found Wil laying on his pile of blankets.

I smiled and got into my bed, sliding under the covers. I looked down to see him staring up at the ceiling.

"Goodnight Wil," I yawned.

"Goodnight Lillian."

My eyes closed and I drifted off into dreamland. Sometime in the night, however, a cozy warmth enveloped me. I welcomed it and fell deeper into sleep.

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