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albeit on top of the sheets.  His head hovered over my chest tentatively, waiting for me to accept him.  I did.  I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming his warmth.  It felt much less awkward this way.
    I ran my fingers through his hair for a bit, letting my mind contemplate the situation.  Micah didn’t give me the time to decide whether I was saved or doomed.
    He sat up with determination.  "Why don’t you get cleaned up and get dressed.  Then we’ll find something to eat, take a walk, and talk."
    Keeping the sheets wrapped around me, I started to make my way off the bed.  "All right, but I want more than just a sandwich this time."
    "So demanding," Micah said sarcastically.  He pulled on a pair of faded jeans, worn almost all the way through at the knees.  At least his wardrobe was no better than mine.  He pulled on a dark blue shirt, and took the time to roll up the sleeves but didn’t bother with the buttons.  He left barefoot, allowing me to shower and dress in private.  Despite my growling stomach, I didn’t hurry through the shower.  I needed time to think, and the warm water beating down on my shoulders chased what cold remained from the lake.  For the first time since I’d been in contact with this crew, I wasn’t planning my next escape attempt.  I was more curious now than anything else.  And I would have liked to say it had nothing to do with Micah, but he no doubt sweetened the pot.
    In contrast to the bare cupboards of the kitchen, the bathroom was stocked with everything I would have requested, and then some.  Shampoo and conditioner, soaps, razors, pink shaving gel, makeup, brushes, a hair dryer, perfume, and plenty of soft, oversized towels with a matching robe and slippers.  Lovely, it was the day spa appointment I never made for myself.  It only took a near-death experience, a kidnapping and the life-altering discovery of magical powers to finally have it.   I showered slowly, trying out each of the scented soaps before choosing lavender to wash away the muck of the lake.  I paused, looking down at my legs and sighed.  They were nearly as white as the bleached shower tiles.
    Wonder if they have a tanning bed on site , I thought, my hands catching my attention.  O r maybe a nail technician.
    I stepped out of the shower and gained a little more confidence looking in the mirror.  I rarely wore makeup; my face had a natural even-toned glow to it.  My eyebrows, albeit needing a good plucking, were nicely arched and did a good job of drawing attention to my eyes.  The gold streaks that were so prevalent throughout my brown hair also graced my eyebrows, and highlighted the little gold specks in my otherwise boring brown eyes.  I ran a comb through my hair but didn’t bother blow-drying it.  Going completely natural would hide my broken strands better.  I stopped mid-primping.
    Amazing how one man could change a woman’s entire mindset. I snorted, then quickly covered my mouth.  Better not do that around him.  
    It was another half hour before I came out of the bathroom, and I took even more time picking out my clothes, loathe to give up the feel of the soft robe against my bare skin.  Just as I slipped a fresh-smelling t-shirt over my head, Micah walked in.
    "A man of questionable timing," I remarked while quickly scanning the room for cameras.  I hadn’t thought of that until now.
    He walked over to the closet and chose a belt for me.  "There aren’t any cameras in here - I had them all removed."
    I raised my eyebrow, and opened my mouth.
    He answered my next question before I could ask it.  "Long before our…"  He cleared his throat with a smirk.  "Night together.  No one else will know that you snore."
    I rolled my eyes, taking the belt he held out for me.  I suppressed the urge to whip him with it.  Despite his teasing I had to give him credit for the belt.  I would have been content to yank the oversized pants up every two minutes.
    "Come on" Micah opened