Dirty Underwear
I curled my legs up under me,
wrapping myself further into the blanket.
I wasn’t even cold. I wasn’t sure
why he had a fire going, it being August, but I was thankful for the distraction. “So they believed you had a woman in your
cabin huh?”
“I do have a woman in my cabin.” A
sly sneer spread across his face revealing his teeth.
I snickered at this. “You know what I mean. A real woman, not a girl.”
The sneer disappeared. “You are not a girl Eri. Please don’t think that. I don’t think that.” He shook his head.
I turned my attention back to the
flames, noticing my underclothing hanging on the fire poker next to where
Grayson sat. My mouth fell open and I turned
the color of the coals. “What is my underwear
doing out here?”
“I washed them.” He said this as if it was an every-day
chore. “I tried to clean up your other
clothes too, but there’s no way to salvage them.”
My underwear was hanging in front
of Grayson. He had washed them! I started giggling uncontrollably. Grayson looked at me oddly, his mouth
hitching up at the corner. “What?”
“I can’t believe you washed my
underwear. I can’t believe those men saw
them.”
“Your virtue is safe with me
Eri. Don’t worry,” he said solemn, the
frustration creasing his forehead again.
That
expression took the humor out of the situation instantly. Why does he always have to get so serious,
make me feel ridiculous? I curled in as
far as the blanket and the chair permitted.
Silence.
*excerpt from My Protector: The Calling*
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