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watching me as I sat up in the bed and yawned.
“Sleep well?” she asked, trying to change the subject. I couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped me at her question.
“Yes, actually,” I replied honestly. “Best night’s rest I’ve had since I got here.”
This seemed to help ease her, and she visibly relaxed and turned to face me fully. “That’s good,” she said, seeming to mull over something. Then, she added, “It actually was for me as well.”
Surprised by this, I stared at her. She seemed to blush again and quickly moved to change the subject once more.
“So, what would you like to do today?”
I pursed my lips as if in thought, glancing at the army of literature around us.
“I might have an idea.”
The Tale
We spent the entire morning reading together, taking breaks only to use the bathroom and to eat breakfast. When we were preparing our bowls of cereal, I asked Karoline how she was able to procure her food and drinks out so thick in the forest.
“I have an independent delivery service bring me what I need once a month,” she explained. “They bring everything to me in bulk, so it lasts me quite a while.”
“And the roses?” I asked, wondering not only where she managed to get them, but also what was so fascinating about them that she had to have one in every room.
“Because you haven’t ventured out of the house since you’ve been here, I’m guessing you didn’t notice the rose garden out back?” she said, smiling as if she won some sort of argument. I’d never really thought about going outside since I got here, the house seeming to have enough natural light for me to be completely content staying indoors.
I wanted to pry further, but she grabbed her cereal and ran back up the stairway to her room before I could.
Questions leading to even more questions , I griped.
I chose a psychological thriller to read from the shelf, one Karoline said was a serious mind-bender, while she continued to read the book she’d previously been sifting through before I arrived. She sat with her back against the door, as if blocking it from me in case I decided to run. I couldn’t imagine running from her now, especially after discovering this sanctuary.
From my position on her bed, I kept glancing over at her. The book I was reading became neglected, only the first few pages really digested before I lost all focus. I tried to stop myself from looking at her, but I couldn’t help it. I was mesmerized by her. The way she held her book with delicate fingers, trying not to claw apart the cover, how she licked her lips every few minutes to moisten them like any other woman would, when she’d brush away the pesky little strands of hair that fell into her face as she read. I couldn’t stop staring.
“What?” she suddenly called out, startling me. I quickly hid behind my book, pretending that I hadn’t heard her because I was too engrossed in the blurred words on the page in front of me.
“I know you’ve been staring at me,” she said. “Is there something you want to ask me?”
I felt my face heat up out of embarrassment. I was caught, and there was no way out of it. “I just…” I coughed, clearing my throat. “I have a lot of questions I still want to ask you.”
“I can tell,” she said, closing her book and placing it in her lap. “I knew last night couldn’t be all of it.”
I felt the urge to avert my gaze, but kept strong and met her eyes. I learned at a young age that eye contact helped keep you strong when trying to do something difficult.
I needed as much courage as I could get for this one.
“I’ve been wondering this since the second we met,” I said hesitantly, taking a steadying breath. “I want to know, Karoline… how did you end up like this?”
There was no confusion in her eyes—she knew what I meant. She knew I was asking about her appearance, her living situation, everything.
I feared she might grow angry at the question, shun me like she
“Sleep well?” she asked, trying to change the subject. I couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped me at her question.
“Yes, actually,” I replied honestly. “Best night’s rest I’ve had since I got here.”
This seemed to help ease her, and she visibly relaxed and turned to face me fully. “That’s good,” she said, seeming to mull over something. Then, she added, “It actually was for me as well.”
Surprised by this, I stared at her. She seemed to blush again and quickly moved to change the subject once more.
“So, what would you like to do today?”
I pursed my lips as if in thought, glancing at the army of literature around us.
“I might have an idea.”
The Tale
We spent the entire morning reading together, taking breaks only to use the bathroom and to eat breakfast. When we were preparing our bowls of cereal, I asked Karoline how she was able to procure her food and drinks out so thick in the forest.
“I have an independent delivery service bring me what I need once a month,” she explained. “They bring everything to me in bulk, so it lasts me quite a while.”
“And the roses?” I asked, wondering not only where she managed to get them, but also what was so fascinating about them that she had to have one in every room.
“Because you haven’t ventured out of the house since you’ve been here, I’m guessing you didn’t notice the rose garden out back?” she said, smiling as if she won some sort of argument. I’d never really thought about going outside since I got here, the house seeming to have enough natural light for me to be completely content staying indoors.
I wanted to pry further, but she grabbed her cereal and ran back up the stairway to her room before I could.
Questions leading to even more questions , I griped.
I chose a psychological thriller to read from the shelf, one Karoline said was a serious mind-bender, while she continued to read the book she’d previously been sifting through before I arrived. She sat with her back against the door, as if blocking it from me in case I decided to run. I couldn’t imagine running from her now, especially after discovering this sanctuary.
From my position on her bed, I kept glancing over at her. The book I was reading became neglected, only the first few pages really digested before I lost all focus. I tried to stop myself from looking at her, but I couldn’t help it. I was mesmerized by her. The way she held her book with delicate fingers, trying not to claw apart the cover, how she licked her lips every few minutes to moisten them like any other woman would, when she’d brush away the pesky little strands of hair that fell into her face as she read. I couldn’t stop staring.
“What?” she suddenly called out, startling me. I quickly hid behind my book, pretending that I hadn’t heard her because I was too engrossed in the blurred words on the page in front of me.
“I know you’ve been staring at me,” she said. “Is there something you want to ask me?”
I felt my face heat up out of embarrassment. I was caught, and there was no way out of it. “I just…” I coughed, clearing my throat. “I have a lot of questions I still want to ask you.”
“I can tell,” she said, closing her book and placing it in her lap. “I knew last night couldn’t be all of it.”
I felt the urge to avert my gaze, but kept strong and met her eyes. I learned at a young age that eye contact helped keep you strong when trying to do something difficult.
I needed as much courage as I could get for this one.
“I’ve been wondering this since the second we met,” I said hesitantly, taking a steadying breath. “I want to know, Karoline… how did you end up like this?”
There was no confusion in her eyes—she knew what I meant. She knew I was asking about her appearance, her living situation, everything.
I feared she might grow angry at the question, shun me like she
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