Page 38 of Light in Your Eyes
I step into the shower, humming as I arrange the bath essentials in a container next to the sink. I glance at Kellan’s bath essentials. It’s about time that I stop using his shampoo and body wash.
I turn the water on. It pours down on my hair and body, causing me to sigh in contentment. I close my eyes, washing my hair gently with my new shampoo. It feels so good to finally use this product and smell like a girl after days of using a man’s bath essentials.
Happily, I sing Olivia Rodrigo’s song. I often sing in my bathroom, so I just can’t help it.
My mind wanders to Kellan and how I can befriend him. He surely is a difficult person, but he’s not cruel. Besides, with what Jaxon told me—about Kellan’s pain and childhood trauma—I just can’t leave him. I may have to ask Zoe more about him, since she knows him better than I do.
I wonder if I will ever return to my home. The contract stated that it’s a one-year period, but I have a feeling that it will only be done if Jaxon is contented enough with the results of his brother’s progress.
This place is dangerous, and I don’t know if I can survive one year. My body starts to shiver as I imagine that, so I shake that thought off.
I continue washing my hair and sing my favorite song to get my mind off all the horrible thoughts.
I just hope that I don’t wake up Kellan with this singing. With how soundly he’s sleeping, hopefully he won’t wake up.
Kellan
I bury my head with my pillow to muffle the sound of Layla singing in the bathroom. I never thought that I would wake up to this hell, but this is what it fucking feels to live with a girl.
I groan, sitting up on my bed. I don’t know what makes that girl sound so happy now that she’s singing so annoyingly. I shut my eyes, covering my ears with my hands. Still, the sound doesn’t stop.
A few moments later, I hear the sound of my bathroom door being opened, and her footsteps follow.
This girl has already made my mood sour so early in the morning, and I just want to get away from her.
Damn right. It’s better for me to take a morning jog now rather than being in the same room with her.
With that thought in mind, I get up from my bed. Since I know my room like the back of my hand, it’s not difficult for me to stride hurriedly toward my closet to get my T-shirt.
I always sleep without my T-shirt on—the only exception was when Layla stayed in my room for the first time. After that, I don’t give a damn anymore about what she thinks. This is my room, and I can do whatever the hell it is that I want.
While I’m rummaging through my clothes, Layla asks, “Do you need help?”
“No,” I instantly say.
“Come on. You do,” Layla says, and I can feel her approaching me.
I pull the fabric of the T-shirt I’m going to change into, but I cause a bunch of clothes to drop from my closet. “Shit.”
“Let me help.” By the time Layla says that, she’s already close to me. She helps me pick up my T-shirt from the floor and hands it to me.
I snatch it from her without even saying thank you.
I turn my back to her and wear my T-shirt. While doing so, I can smell the scent of her shampoo and whatever body wash she just used. It’s unfamiliar. Delicate and so different compared to my scent.
The smell of her shampoo and body wash is a mixture of flower scents, but I can smell some fruity scents as well, like a mixture of rose and strawberry.
I’m irritated, yet I can’t help but sniff it.
“Are you going somewhere?” Layla asks.
I almost roll my eyes. I don’t feel like I need to answer her question because what I do and what I don’t do are completely not her business.
I brush past her, stride out of my room, and close the door behind me.
While I’m walking down the stairs, Layla’s scent still lingers all over me, and I hate it. But I know that I can’t resist it because I’m fucking live in the same room with her.
My heart starts to feel even more restless when I step toward the back area of the mansion. With all these new unfamiliar things stirring in my heart, I feel like I want to do a marathon instead of just taking a morning jog.
